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Every woman has a high libido. Every woman—once sensually switched on—is an endless well of insatiable desire and pleasure. I guarantee it.What does it take to switch her on and make her come alive? In today's episode we talk all things libido boosting.  I assert that once awakened, women are actually more sexual than men, with greater appetites and MUCH greater stamina. Well-F**ked All Star Teresa joins me and we talk: Living at an 8 or 9 sexual simmer as a woman's natural state The connection between libido and your life purpose “What do you want for Xmas? More orgasms”Using Meditate, Masturbate, Create to channel your sexual energy into your life, business and cash flow The source of a low libido is anything but physical. Meaning postpartum, menopause and any other physical condition are not the reason The hallmark of the well-f**ked woman: not giving a f**k Business opportunities falling into one's lap—because “the lap” is what attracts them From 20-minute sex sessions to 3-day sex dates The Well-F**ked Woman Salon is now open!  In this 10-week sensual mastery program for women, you'll learn: Self-pleausring 101 How to use Meditate, Masturbate, Create to channel your sexual energy into your life and projects How to boost your libido naturally How to have all the deeper vaginal orgasms: G-Spot, squirting and cervical How to use your feminine energy to achieve in the world How surrender is the most powerful tool you have for linking up with the cosmic and creative flow of the universe Natural birth control and hormone free solutions for difficult periods and menopause My full tutorials on cock whispering, including my oral and manual playbook Signup at www.kimanami.com/wet

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com When passion fades, the truth can ignite a fire that changes everything. Melissa and Chris have always shared a passionate and intimate connection, but recently, Chris has become distant and disinterested in their once-vibrant sex life. Concerned and confused, Melissa's mind races with questions and insecurities.Determined to uncover the truth, she begins to dig into the reasons behind Chris's sudden change. In "Unveiled Secrets," Melissa's quest for answers leads her down a path she never expected. What she discovers not only shocks her but also awakens a side of her she never knew existed. As hidden desires and buried secrets come to light, Melissa and Chris must confront their deepest fears and fantasies.Will the revelations tear them apart, or will they find a way to reignite the passion that once burned so brightly between them? Join Melissa and Chris on a journey of discovery, where every revelation brings them closer to the edge of ecstasy and truth. In a world where secrets can either destroy or transform, their love will be tested like never before.Experience the electrifying tale of "Unveiled Secrets" and let your desires be awakened by a story of love, betrayal, and rediscovery. Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. Unlock the hidden desires and unravel the secrets that lie beneath the surface. Download "Unveiled Secrets" today and immerse yourself in a world of erotic intrigue and passionate revelation!

Video: https://youtu.be/-Ec26lgokfQ #masturbation #selflove Myths around masturbation have been around forever! Masturbation is a healthy practice that benefits your health, but some people might say otherwise... Here are Seven Debunked Myths about self-lovin'! Sources: Masturbation and Pornography Use Among Coupled Heterosexual Men With Decreased Sexual Desire: How Many Roles of Masturbation?: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/0092623X.2014.958790?casa_token=v6mYV3wbzRYAAAAA%3AnbXb-dY0ZWArAAA0p-nmUZyMkKckZHccyW5pkDATkEFT_BbCRjZ_uZmEe4RztGRP_LhNqlGq-RsASK8 Is the Link Between Pornography Use and Relational Happiness Really More About Masturbation? Results From Two National Surveys: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/00224499.2018.1556772 Pornography, preference for porn‐like sex, masturbation, and men's sexual and relationship satisfaction: https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/abs/10.1111/pere.12267 DISCLAIMER: This video is purely educational and does not constitute medical advice. The content of this video is my personal opinion and not that of my employer(s). Use of this information is at your own risk. Rena Malik, M.D. will not assume any liability for any direct or indirect losses or damages that may result from the use of the information contained in this video including but not Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com When passion fades, the truth can ignite a fire that changes everything. Melissa and Chris have always shared a passionate and intimate connection, but recently, Chris has become distant and disinterested in their once-vibrant sex life. Concerned and confused, Melissa's mind races with questions and insecurities.Determined to uncover the truth, she begins to dig into the reasons behind Chris's sudden change. In "Unveiled Secrets," Melissa's quest for answers leads her down a path she never expected. What she discovers not only shocks her but also awakens a side of her she never knew existed. As hidden desires and buried secrets come to light, Melissa and Chris must confront their deepest fears and fantasies.Will the revelations tear them apart, or will they find a way to reignite the passion that once burned so brightly between them? Join Melissa and Chris on a journey of discovery, where every revelation brings them closer to the edge of ecstasy and truth. In a world where secrets can either destroy or transform, their love will be tested like never before.Experience the electrifying tale of "Unveiled Secrets" and let your desires be awakened by a story of love, betrayal, and rediscovery. Note: This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult readers only. Unlock the hidden desires and unravel the secrets that lie beneath the surface. Download "Unveiled Secrets" today and immerse yourself in a world of erotic intrigue and passionate revelation!

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Anne's day starts like any other, until her computer decides to crash, leaving her work at a standstill. Frustration and boredom set in as she waits for the IT guy to arrive. Little does she know, this ordinary inconvenience is about to turn into an extraordinary encounter.Left alone with her thoughts, Anne's mind begins to wander. Her initial frustration quickly morphs into something else entirely—an intimate exploration of her deepest, most erotic fantasies. The lines between reality and imagination blur, creating a tantalizing space where taboo desires take center stage.Just as her fantasies reach a fever pitch, the IT guy finally shows up. Anne's heart races with embarrassment and excitement. The moment he gets under her desk to fix the computer, the tension is almost unbearable. She can't decide if this is real or just another fantasy. Every move he makes, every glance he steals, fuels her arousal, making her question what's happening.Dive into "A Tempting Repair" and join Anne on a journey where erotic fantasies become reality, and the mundane turns into the ultimate temptation.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com None of this was planned.How could it be?Just a few hours ago Tatti was asleep in her bed. And now? She is being hunted through a forest on some god forsaken planet helped only by a lizard man who carelessly seems to have lost all of his own kind.When they are pushed even closer together by their mutual enemy, will he discover Tatti's secret that even she doesn't know she's hiding.Dive into this sizzling, out-of-this-world erotic adventure, and discover what happens when two beings from different worlds collide.Explore love, laughter, and the mysteries of the universe in "Alien Desires" Ready for the ride of your life?

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com None of this was planned.How could it be?Just a few hours ago Tatti was asleep in her bed. And now? She is being hunted through a forest on some god forsaken planet helped only by a lizard man who carelessly seems to have lost all of his own kind.When they are pushed even closer together by their mutual enemy, will he discover Tatti's secret that even she doesn't know she's hiding.Dive into this sizzling, out-of-this-world erotic adventure, and discover what happens when two beings from different worlds collide.Explore love, laughter, and the mysteries of the universe in "Alien Desires" Ready for the ride of your life?

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com This erotic story does contain graphic description of BDSM, domination, Bondage, Spanking and of course a damned hot cop! When Helen, a by-the-book young woman, decides to take a walk on the wild side, she never imagines the fiery passion it would ignite. What starts as an impulsive act of rebellion—stealing a lacy pair of underwear from a high-end boutique—turns into a whirlwind of forbidden desire and intense romance in "Bound by Desire," an erotic story that will leave you breathless.Helen's life had always been predictable. She was the good girl, the one who followed the rules. But on a spontaneous shopping trip with her best friend, she decides to indulge in a bit of mischief. With her heart pounding and adrenaline surging, she slips the delicate fabric into her bag. Little does she know, her daring act has caught the eye of a strikingly handsome young cop.Tall, muscular, with a smoldering gaze that could melt ice, he's everything Helen never knew she wanted. When he confronts her about the theft, the air between them crackles with an undeniable attraction. As he handcuffs her and takes her to the back room for questioning, the tension builds, and Helen realizes she's entered a world of dark and passionate desires."Bound by Desire" explores the tantalizing journey of Helen and Jake as they delve into a sensual and erotic romance.His authoritative nature awakens something primal in Helen, and she finds herself yearning for his control. What begins with a stolen pair of underwear soon evolves into a complex dance of power and submission, with him leading Helen into the seductive realms of bondage and spanking.Helen's transformation from a law-abiding citizen to a woman embracing her deepest desires is both thrilling and intoxicating. Under hs guidance, she discovers the pleasure of surrendering control, of being bound and spanked, each act intensifying their connection.Their relationship is a potent mix of discipline and desire, where every encounter pushes the boundaries of their lust. The hot cop with a dark side, finds himself captivated by Helen's willingness to explore the erotic unknown. Her innocence juxtaposed with her growing need for submission fuels his dominant instincts, and he takes pleasure in guiding her through a world of sensual exploration. Their chemistry is electric, each encounter more intense than the last, as they navigate the fine line between pleasure and pain."Bound by Desire" is not just an erotic story; it's a journey of self-discovery and liberation.Helen's experiences challenge her perceptions of right and wrong, ultimately leading her to embrace her true self. Their passionate romance is a testament to the transformative power of love and desire, where two souls find solace and excitement in each other's arms.Immerse yourself in this steamy, erotic story that combines the allure of bondage, the thrill of spanking, and the irresistible charm of a hot cop. "Bound by Desire" promises to take you on a tantalizing ride, where every page is filled with intense emotions and fiery passion. Get ready to be captivated by Helen dark and sensual romance—one that will linger in your fantasies long after you've turned the last page.

 Megan At the Sex Shop: Part 4 Megan's Field Trip.Based on posts by p Sullivan 2 22 22, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Megan was in the car with her professor. For the moment, the professor was ignoring her, focusing on getting the car out of the tight parking spot.Megan's naked ass was directly on the leather seat. She could feel the leather sticking to her sweaty skin.Megan looked down; the slutty schoolgirl skirt was around her waist, and with her legs straight, her slit was visible. The professor was still very focused on the road; ignoring her. She desperately wanted to touch herself. Just to run her finger along her outer lips. The last hour was so wild. Her entire class saw her naked. She was embarrassed and humiliated, and extremely turned on.Trying not to draw any attention to herself, Megan casually moved her arms to her legs, moving her fingers to her inner thighs. The professor was still fully focused on driving. Megan moved her fingers a little closer, letting them glide smoothly along her skin. Subconsciously, she opened her legs a little more. Her fingers were just inches away."Megan" said the professor loudly, surprising Megan, and causing her to sit up straighter."You are clearly still very turned on. What is it about all this that's turning you on?"Megan had her hands inches from her cunt. She needed touch herself, to fuck herself, but it would be so humiliating to do that in front of the professor.After a moment of indecision and keeping her hands where they were, Megan hesitantly started speaking. "I don't know really, not exactly at least. It makes me feel seen, and sexy; alive; desired. Lust is also somehow mixed in. Seeing that look of lust on people's faces makes me so wet and knowing that I am responsible for it. It's like they are hungry for me. It's so primal. It's like a drug for me. I want it and need it. It makes me so horny, and I love that feeling.""Why don't you spread your legs more" said the professor.Megan immediately spread her legs as wide as she could. Her cunt was visible before, but now she looked obscene with her cunt fully on display."Unbutton all the buttons and open your shirt."Megan did as she was told. She only had 2 buttons closed, so she quickly undid them, and spread her shirt wide open. She was now completely exposed. Anyone looking into the car would clearly see her tits and her wide-open cunt."Pull your lips open."Megan could finally move her hands to her cunt. She gently took each of her outer labia lips, and pulled them apart.The professor used that moment to reach out and pinch one of Megan's nipples, causing Megan to moan loudly."Masturbate."Megan didn't need to be told twice. She immediately pushed two fingers inside herself and started a fast in and out motion. Her fingers were making wet slushing sounds every time they would push in. The professor continued toying with Megan's tits, and teasing her nipples, sometimes pulling, and sometimes pinching, alternating between soft and rough.Megan increased the pace of fucking herself. She was so close. She could feel it starting to build."Megan, we are here.""Megan" repeated the professor. "You can stop now. We are here.""Please, may I finish. I am so close" said Megan breathlessly, while furiously pushing her fingers in and out."Megan, that's enough. We need to go in. All your classmates are waiting."Frustrated, Megan pulled her fingers out of her dripping wet cunt."Just lick your fingers" suggested the professor as Megan was starting to debate where to wipe them.Megan sucked on her fingers tasting her juices for the second time today."I think you need to do that a few more times. There is too much wetness. It will leak down your leg."Megan moved her fingers back insider her cunt, collecting her wetness, and then moved her fingers into her mouth. She repeated this a few more times, each time her fingers were dripping wet when she pulled them out of her cunt. Megan wasn't sure if this was reducing her wetness or making her even more wet."Alright, we need to go. Button up and straighten your skirt. We can't have you looking like a cheap whore."Megan buttoned one button low down her shirt, which left most of her tits visible. She pushed her skirt down from around her waist, trying to cover herself and attempt some kind of whorish modesty.Megan and the professor walked into the adult store. The store was crowded. Looking around at all the familiar faces, her entire class came.Lauren, the store manager, was the first to notice and great them."Megan, dear, I am so glad to see you. Your friends filled me in on the science experiment. We are so happy to support science."Before Megan could figure out how to answer, the professor spoke."That's so wonderful to hear. Thank you. Sometimes it's so difficult to do proper scientific research. We have a real opportunity to further scientific knowledge today. What we would like to test is how far a nubile female will go to satisfy a sexual need. What I have been able to ascertain is that Megan responds to sexual stimuli related to public exposure, submission, and humiliation. ""Yes, we have noticed the same. We were working on a program for Megan to gain more confidence in her sexuality, and those seem to be the kinks that most turn her on. We also did some work on measuring her current levels."Lauren critically looked at Megan, as if she was mentally evaluating her."For deepthroating, she is at about 3.5 inches. And for her cunt, we've tested her at about 6 inches with a 2 inch girth. For her ass, she can do about 2 inches with less than a half inch radius."Lauren made eye contact with Megan, as if she was speaking directly to her."The goal for Megan is to make sure that a cock can go all the way down her throat. She should be able to take an entire 7 inch cock or larger, and her lips need to be touching the balls. I would consider that a solid B performance. For an A, she needs to be able to handle a face fucking and deepthroating combo.""What do you think. Do you think you can do it?" Lauren directly asked Megan."I will try" responded Megan mortified. Lauren was speaking loudly and everyone was listening to the conversation.Satisfied with the answer, Lauren continued."For her cunt, we need to strengthen her cunt muscles. You know those black men. They have cocks like fucking horses. She needs to be able to take the entire black cock inside her. And for her ass, that's really disappointing. That's the least developed hole. I would give her ass a C minus."Lauren again critically looked at Megan as if she was evaluating her."What would be a B grade is if she could take an average size white cock all the way in her ass. Let's say a standard 6 inch cock. Now, for an A+, I want to see her take a black bull cock into her ass, and at the same time, another black bull cock in her cunt. "Megan was blushing. She could also feel herself becoming more aroused. She started imagining what a large black cock looks like; how it would feel inside her, filling her and stretching her. She looked at the table full of dildo's; her eyes immediately identifying the large black one. Megan couldn't help but fantasize how that monster would feel inside her. She shifted her legs, moving her thighs, trying to rub them together, momentarily forgetting where she was.Lauren continued speaking, seemingly leaving Megan to her own thoughts."Let's see if we can get Megan's grades up today. José is my second in command. He has been teaching Megan; guiding her through the program. He will help run the experiment."Hearing José's name woke Megan from her daydream. She looked from the professor, to Lauren, and José. They were still discussing something. She turned her head and saw the small crowd of people, most of whom she recognized from the class. She saw Rachel, her friend from class. Rachel had this glazed look, and was staring at the same black dildo. Megan also saw Boris standing in the corner. He had this lecherous look on his face like he was imaging her naked. Megan always thought he was such a creep. He asked her out a few times, but she always turned him down."Everyone, can I have your attention. My name is José, and I am an assistant manager here, at the adult emporium. I will be helping with the experiment. I encourage everyone to take lots of pictures and videos and don't forget to share."Megan turned bright red. "It was bad enough for whatever was going to happen in-front of her friends and classmates, but pictures and videos on the internet, that's another level of bad, like porn-star bad" thought Megan.José turned to Megan."Megan, I think you are overdressed for this party. Let's get you in something more appropriate."He handed her a tiny package. "Put this on in the changing rooms, and no shoes. Come out barefoot."She walked to the back of the store to the changing rooms. The little package was a tiny sling bikini. There was a little square for her cunt, which connected with long strings that went over her shoulders and a tiny string going through her ass in the back. The bra had even smaller triangles that would barely cover her nipples.Megan took off the slutty school girl outfit. She was standing naked, evaluating her body in the mirror. She had a toned physique. She ran her hands along her skin and then massaged her large tits. She pulled a little on her own nipples, teasing herself."Fuck I am horny" Megan said out loud to herself.She looked at the little sling bikini."I am going to look like such a slut. What are they going to do to me when I come out wearing that.""They are going to fuck me, that's what.""They are going to fuck me like a slut."She moved her hands to her cunt. She was soaking wet. She pushed her fingers inside, moving them in and out, increasing pace. The changing room was filled with the sounds of her hard breathing and the wet slushing noise."I am a slut.""They are going to fuck all my holes.""They will use me hard.""They will see everything. ""My cunt will belong to them.""Megan." It was José outside the changing room door. He opened the curtain seeing Megan on the floor, her legs wide apart, her fingers deep in her cunt, fucking herself furiously. Her eyes flew open, but she didn't stop. She wanted José to see. This cunt belonged to him. That was enough to push Megan over the edge. Her body spasm hard. She kept her fingers insider herself holding on, as her whole body was rocked by uncontrollable orgasm. After a few moments, Megan finally recovered, removing her fingers from her dripping cunt.Masturbating and having José find her made her even more horny. She just wanted to fuck herself again. Let him watch. Let him see what a slut she was."Megan, we don't have time for your needy cunt. Everyone is waiting." This time José stayed and watched as Megan got dressed in the sling bikini.If she moved, her tits jiggled wildly, causing them to pop out. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked like a porn star. The little sling bikini didn't cover anything. Instead, it accentuated her nakedness. She looked obscene. Her big tits spilling out of the tiny top. The little sling going over her shoulders and disappearing between her ass cheeks. The little triangle, in the front, wedged in her cunt, with her cunt lips on display.Megan walked out of the office. Being almost naked was bad enough, but being barefoot and walking on the concrete floor made the feeling of being exposed more intense. She was naked, surrounded by sex toys, about to expose herself to everyone.Megan presented herself to her friends and classmates."Megan, please tell everyone why it took so long. And no lies, I am sure everyone heard your moaning from back there," said José."I just touched myself a little," Megan responded turning red from the embarrassment of having to admit it."You mean you masturbated in a changing room, in a sex shop. You finger fucked your wet needy cunt," said José."Yes" responded Megan, looking down, too embarrassed."And what were you saying as you finger fucked your cunt?" asked José."I said that my cunt belongs to you," responded Megan. She felt relieved to say it. It was like a weight was lifted. She gave up responsibility.José moved closer to Megan. He put his hand on one of the strings that was connected to her panties. He casually pulled on the string causing the little triangle to wedge deeper into her cunt.José spoke to Megan, but loud enough that everyone would hear."You see all these people staring at you, your friends and classmates. They all want your cunt. Maybe I will give you to them. They will do whatever they want with your holes. They will fuck you hard and raw. They will have their cocks deep inside your tight little virgin asshole. Your pretty little lips will be wrapped around their hard cocks. You will become a 3-hole-slut. And after they are done, you will have cum in every hole. Cum will be dripping out of your cunt and ass, your mouth will be full of it, and like a good slut you will swallow every drop. Would you like to be a fuck doll?"Megan looked at the men watching her, confirming the look of lust on their faces. José pulled a little harder on the string, driving the little triangle deeper between her cunt lips. It was obvious to everyone how wet Megan was. The little triangle between her cunt lips was soaking wet."Yes" responded Megan breathlessly."Yes, what?" asked José."My cunt belongs to you. Make me into a 3-hole-slut. Let everyone use me. I want to be a fuck doll." Megan spoke quickly like she wanted to get all the words out as fast as possible before her head stopped her."Take everything off," said José.Megan pulled her top over her head and let it drop to the floor next to her. Then she slowly pulled the string bikini between her cunt lips down, and let it drop down her legs. She was now completely naked, with everyone else fully dressed and all of them watching her."Some of you might be wondering why I asked Megan to put on that slutty bikini, and go through all the trouble of getting changed, only to have her strip naked now. It was a psychological way for her to agree to do this. She changed into that slutty outfit and came out here and presented herself to us. In a way, she was giving herself over to us, telling us to do whatever we want with her; that she wants it and needs it. And now, she will let anyone of you fuck her in any hole. In fact, she will let all of you fuck her in any hole. She is a free use whore. Isn't that right Megan?"Megan didn't know what to do with her hands. She wanted to stick her fingers in her cunt and fuck herself. José's question startled her. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She needed a cock inside her. An image flashed in her head, a line of people taking turns fucking her, their hard cocks sliding inside her cunt."Yes, please. I need cock," said Megan a little too loudly and quickly.

 Megan At the Sex Shop: Part 4 Megan's Field Trip.Based on posts by p Sullivan 2 22 22, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Megan was in the car with her professor. For the moment, the professor was ignoring her, focusing on getting the car out of the tight parking spot.Megan's naked ass was directly on the leather seat. She could feel the leather sticking to her sweaty skin.Megan looked down; the slutty schoolgirl skirt was around her waist, and with her legs straight, her slit was visible. The professor was still very focused on the road; ignoring her. She desperately wanted to touch herself. Just to run her finger along her outer lips. The last hour was so wild. Her entire class saw her naked. She was embarrassed and humiliated, and extremely turned on.Trying not to draw any attention to herself, Megan casually moved her arms to her legs, moving her fingers to her inner thighs. The professor was still fully focused on driving. Megan moved her fingers a little closer, letting them glide smoothly along her skin. Subconsciously, she opened her legs a little more. Her fingers were just inches away."Megan" said the professor loudly, surprising Megan, and causing her to sit up straighter."You are clearly still very turned on. What is it about all this that's turning you on?"Megan had her hands inches from her cunt. She needed touch herself, to fuck herself, but it would be so humiliating to do that in front of the professor.After a moment of indecision and keeping her hands where they were, Megan hesitantly started speaking. "I don't know really, not exactly at least. It makes me feel seen, and sexy; alive; desired. Lust is also somehow mixed in. Seeing that look of lust on people's faces makes me so wet and knowing that I am responsible for it. It's like they are hungry for me. It's so primal. It's like a drug for me. I want it and need it. It makes me so horny, and I love that feeling.""Why don't you spread your legs more" said the professor.Megan immediately spread her legs as wide as she could. Her cunt was visible before, but now she looked obscene with her cunt fully on display."Unbutton all the buttons and open your shirt."Megan did as she was told. She only had 2 buttons closed, so she quickly undid them, and spread her shirt wide open. She was now completely exposed. Anyone looking into the car would clearly see her tits and her wide-open cunt."Pull your lips open."Megan could finally move her hands to her cunt. She gently took each of her outer labia lips, and pulled them apart.The professor used that moment to reach out and pinch one of Megan's nipples, causing Megan to moan loudly."Masturbate."Megan didn't need to be told twice. She immediately pushed two fingers inside herself and started a fast in and out motion. Her fingers were making wet slushing sounds every time they would push in. The professor continued toying with Megan's tits, and teasing her nipples, sometimes pulling, and sometimes pinching, alternating between soft and rough.Megan increased the pace of fucking herself. She was so close. She could feel it starting to build."Megan, we are here.""Megan" repeated the professor. "You can stop now. We are here.""Please, may I finish. I am so close" said Megan breathlessly, while furiously pushing her fingers in and out."Megan, that's enough. We need to go in. All your classmates are waiting."Frustrated, Megan pulled her fingers out of her dripping wet cunt."Just lick your fingers" suggested the professor as Megan was starting to debate where to wipe them.Megan sucked on her fingers tasting her juices for the second time today."I think you need to do that a few more times. There is too much wetness. It will leak down your leg."Megan moved her fingers back insider her cunt, collecting her wetness, and then moved her fingers into her mouth. She repeated this a few more times, each time her fingers were dripping wet when she pulled them out of her cunt. Megan wasn't sure if this was reducing her wetness or making her even more wet."Alright, we need to go. Button up and straighten your skirt. We can't have you looking like a cheap whore."Megan buttoned one button low down her shirt, which left most of her tits visible. She pushed her skirt down from around her waist, trying to cover herself and attempt some kind of whorish modesty.Megan and the professor walked into the adult store. The store was crowded. Looking around at all the familiar faces, her entire class came.Lauren, the store manager, was the first to notice and great them."Megan, dear, I am so glad to see you. Your friends filled me in on the science experiment. We are so happy to support science."Before Megan could figure out how to answer, the professor spoke."That's so wonderful to hear. Thank you. Sometimes it's so difficult to do proper scientific research. We have a real opportunity to further scientific knowledge today. What we would like to test is how far a nubile female will go to satisfy a sexual need. What I have been able to ascertain is that Megan responds to sexual stimuli related to public exposure, submission, and humiliation. ""Yes, we have noticed the same. We were working on a program for Megan to gain more confidence in her sexuality, and those seem to be the kinks that most turn her on. We also did some work on measuring her current levels."Lauren critically looked at Megan, as if she was mentally evaluating her."For deepthroating, she is at about 3.5 inches. And for her cunt, we've tested her at about 6 inches with a 2 inch girth. For her ass, she can do about 2 inches with less than a half inch radius."Lauren made eye contact with Megan, as if she was speaking directly to her."The goal for Megan is to make sure that a cock can go all the way down her throat. She should be able to take an entire 7 inch cock or larger, and her lips need to be touching the balls. I would consider that a solid B performance. For an A, she needs to be able to handle a face fucking and deepthroating combo.""What do you think. Do you think you can do it?" Lauren directly asked Megan."I will try" responded Megan mortified. Lauren was speaking loudly and everyone was listening to the conversation.Satisfied with the answer, Lauren continued."For her cunt, we need to strengthen her cunt muscles. You know those black men. They have cocks like fucking horses. She needs to be able to take the entire black cock inside her. And for her ass, that's really disappointing. That's the least developed hole. I would give her ass a C minus."Lauren again critically looked at Megan as if she was evaluating her."What would be a B grade is if she could take an average size white cock all the way in her ass. Let's say a standard 6 inch cock. Now, for an A+, I want to see her take a black bull cock into her ass, and at the same time, another black bull cock in her cunt. "Megan was blushing. She could also feel herself becoming more aroused. She started imagining what a large black cock looks like; how it would feel inside her, filling her and stretching her. She looked at the table full of dildo's; her eyes immediately identifying the large black one. Megan couldn't help but fantasize how that monster would feel inside her. She shifted her legs, moving her thighs, trying to rub them together, momentarily forgetting where she was.Lauren continued speaking, seemingly leaving Megan to her own thoughts."Let's see if we can get Megan's grades up today. José is my second in command. He has been teaching Megan; guiding her through the program. He will help run the experiment."Hearing José's name woke Megan from her daydream. She looked from the professor, to Lauren, and José. They were still discussing something. She turned her head and saw the small crowd of people, most of whom she recognized from the class. She saw Rachel, her friend from class. Rachel had this glazed look, and was staring at the same black dildo. Megan also saw Boris standing in the corner. He had this lecherous look on his face like he was imaging her naked. Megan always thought he was such a creep. He asked her out a few times, but she always turned him down."Everyone, can I have your attention. My name is José, and I am an assistant manager here, at the adult emporium. I will be helping with the experiment. I encourage everyone to take lots of pictures and videos and don't forget to share."Megan turned bright red. "It was bad enough for whatever was going to happen in-front of her friends and classmates, but pictures and videos on the internet, that's another level of bad, like porn-star bad" thought Megan.José turned to Megan."Megan, I think you are overdressed for this party. Let's get you in something more appropriate."He handed her a tiny package. "Put this on in the changing rooms, and no shoes. Come out barefoot."She walked to the back of the store to the changing rooms. The little package was a tiny sling bikini. There was a little square for her cunt, which connected with long strings that went over her shoulders and a tiny string going through her ass in the back. The bra had even smaller triangles that would barely cover her nipples.Megan took off the slutty school girl outfit. She was standing naked, evaluating her body in the mirror. She had a toned physique. She ran her hands along her skin and then massaged her large tits. She pulled a little on her own nipples, teasing herself."Fuck I am horny" Megan said out loud to herself.She looked at the little sling bikini."I am going to look like such a slut. What are they going to do to me when I come out wearing that.""They are going to fuck me, that's what.""They are going to fuck me like a slut."She moved her hands to her cunt. She was soaking wet. She pushed her fingers inside, moving them in and out, increasing pace. The changing room was filled with the sounds of her hard breathing and the wet slushing noise."I am a slut.""They are going to fuck all my holes.""They will use me hard.""They will see everything. ""My cunt will belong to them.""Megan." It was José outside the changing room door. He opened the curtain seeing Megan on the floor, her legs wide apart, her fingers deep in her cunt, fucking herself furiously. Her eyes flew open, but she didn't stop. She wanted José to see. This cunt belonged to him. That was enough to push Megan over the edge. Her body spasm hard. She kept her fingers insider herself holding on, as her whole body was rocked by uncontrollable orgasm. After a few moments, Megan finally recovered, removing her fingers from her dripping cunt.Masturbating and having José find her made her even more horny. She just wanted to fuck herself again. Let him watch. Let him see what a slut she was."Megan, we don't have time for your needy cunt. Everyone is waiting." This time José stayed and watched as Megan got dressed in the sling bikini.If she moved, her tits jiggled wildly, causing them to pop out. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked like a porn star. The little sling bikini didn't cover anything. Instead, it accentuated her nakedness. She looked obscene. Her big tits spilling out of the tiny top. The little sling going over her shoulders and disappearing between her ass cheeks. The little triangle, in the front, wedged in her cunt, with her cunt lips on display.Megan walked out of the office. Being almost naked was bad enough, but being barefoot and walking on the concrete floor made the feeling of being exposed more intense. She was naked, surrounded by sex toys, about to expose herself to everyone.Megan presented herself to her friends and classmates."Megan, please tell everyone why it took so long. And no lies, I am sure everyone heard your moaning from back there," said José."I just touched myself a little," Megan responded turning red from the embarrassment of having to admit it."You mean you masturbated in a changing room, in a sex shop. You finger fucked your wet needy cunt," said José."Yes" responded Megan, looking down, too embarrassed."And what were you saying as you finger fucked your cunt?" asked José."I said that my cunt belongs to you," responded Megan. She felt relieved to say it. It was like a weight was lifted. She gave up responsibility.José moved closer to Megan. He put his hand on one of the strings that was connected to her panties. He casually pulled on the string causing the little triangle to wedge deeper into her cunt.José spoke to Megan, but loud enough that everyone would hear."You see all these people staring at you, your friends and classmates. They all want your cunt. Maybe I will give you to them. They will do whatever they want with your holes. They will fuck you hard and raw. They will have their cocks deep inside your tight little virgin asshole. Your pretty little lips will be wrapped around their hard cocks. You will become a 3-hole-slut. And after they are done, you will have cum in every hole. Cum will be dripping out of your cunt and ass, your mouth will be full of it, and like a good slut you will swallow every drop. Would you like to be a fuck doll?"Megan looked at the men watching her, confirming the look of lust on their faces. José pulled a little harder on the string, driving the little triangle deeper between her cunt lips. It was obvious to everyone how wet Megan was. The little triangle between her cunt lips was soaking wet."Yes" responded Megan breathlessly."Yes, what?" asked José."My cunt belongs to you. Make me into a 3-hole-slut. Let everyone use me. I want to be a fuck doll." Megan spoke quickly like she wanted to get all the words out as fast as possible before her head stopped her."Take everything off," said José.Megan pulled her top over her head and let it drop to the floor next to her. Then she slowly pulled the string bikini between her cunt lips down, and let it drop down her legs. She was now completely naked, with everyone else fully dressed and all of them watching her."Some of you might be wondering why I asked Megan to put on that slutty bikini, and go through all the trouble of getting changed, only to have her strip naked now. It was a psychological way for her to agree to do this. She changed into that slutty outfit and came out here and presented herself to us. In a way, she was giving herself over to us, telling us to do whatever we want with her; that she wants it and needs it. And now, she will let anyone of you fuck her in any hole. In fact, she will let all of you fuck her in any hole. She is a free use whore. Isn't that right Megan?"Megan didn't know what to do with her hands. She wanted to stick her fingers in her cunt and fuck herself. José's question startled her. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She needed a cock inside her. An image flashed in her head, a line of people taking turns fucking her, their hard cocks sliding inside her cunt."Yes, please. I need cock," said Megan a little too loudly and quickly.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Welcome to the captivating world of "Whispers on the Net," an audio story that will transport you into the heart and mind of Suzy, a middle-aged woman who embarks on an unexpected journey of self-discovery, erotic passion, and dark romance.Suzy has been a devoted wife and mother who has dedicated years of her life to her family. With her children grown and her husband gone, Suzy finds herself alone in a house filled with memories of a past life. The echo of laughter, the warmth of shared moments, and the sense of purpose that once defined her days have all but faded, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to fill.In the quiet solitude of her home, Suzy's dreams of passion and romance feel like distant memories, buried beneath the weight of routine and responsibility. She yearns for connection, for a spark that will reignite the fire within her soul. Little does she know, fate has a surprise in store.In an evening of mindless Internet browsing she chances on a site she has never visited. It's there that she meets him, a mysterious and intriguing stranger whose words captivate her in ways she never thought possible. Their conversations are electric, filled with wit, charm, and an undeniable chemistry that transcends the digital realm.As their relationship deepens, Suzy finds herself drawn to this enigmatic man in ways she can't explain. There's something about their connection that feels more real, more genuine, than any she has experienced before. He sees her for who she truly is, beyond the roles of wife and mother, and awakens a part of her that she thought was lost forever.Through the course of the journey dark passions seem to move near the surface. Desires Suzy never though she could enjoy. Until now. The story delves into the complexities of modern relationships, the search for identity, and the courage it takes to open oneself up to new possibilities. It's a tale that resonates with anyone who has ever felt the ache of loneliness, the hunger for connection, and the hope for a second chance at love.Embark on Suzy's Journey Today"Whispers on the Net" is an audio story that will touch your heart and ignite your imagination. Whether you're looking for a tale of romance, a story of self-discovery, or simply a captivating narrative to lose yourself in, this is the perfect choice.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Prepare yourself for an unforgettable journey of love, passion, and rediscovery with our latest erotic audio story, "Homecoming Queen." Follow the captivating tale of Trixie, a spirited woman who returns to her hometown after a series of misadventures in the big city. Seeking solace and familiarity, she steps into her old bar, only to find herself face-to-face with a shocking twist of fate. Her two ex-boyfriends, now a couple, own the place. What follows is an evening of drinks, laughter, and a passionate rekindling of old flames that will leave you breathless.Trixie's ReturnTrixie's heart is heavy as she walks through the doors of the bar she once knew so well. The bright lights of the city had promised excitement and adventure, but they had also left her feeling lost and alone. As she takes a seat at the bar, she orders a drink, hoping to drown her sorrows in the familiar comfort of her old haunt.A Surprising ReunionAs she sips her drink, Trixie's eyes wander around the room, and she is stunned to see two familiar faces behind the bar. Her ex-boyfriends, are now the proud owners of the place. The shock quickly turns to curiosity and then to a warm sense of nostalgia as they recognize each other. The three of them share a moment of surprise and joy, their past connections bubbling to the surface.Drinks and LaughterThe evening unfolds with drinks and laughter, as the threesome reminisce about old times and catch up on each other's lives. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and it isn't long before the conversation takes a more intimate turn. The shared history and unresolved feelings create a charged atmosphere, filled with anticipation and desire.Passionate Threesome: Old Flames RekindledAs the night progresses, the trio finds themselves drawn closer together. The spark that once ignited their relationships is rekindled, and the boundaries of friendship and past love begin to blur. In a moment of undeniable passion, they give in to their desires, leading to an intimate and erotic encounter that is both tender and wild.The threesome's passionate reunion is a celebration of their shared past and their present connection. The threesome explore each other's bodies with a mix of familiarity and newfound excitement. Their intimacy is a dance of pleasure and emotion, a rediscovery of the love and attraction that once bound them together.A Story of Rediscovery and Love"Homecoming Queen" is more than just an erotic audio story; it is a tale of rediscovery and love. Trixie's journey back home leads her to an unexpected reunion that reignites old passions and creates new connections. The story delves into the complexities of love, the power of shared history, and the beauty of Homecoming Queen.Why You'll Love This StoryExpert Narration: Our skilled narrators bring Trixie's story to life with passion and authenticity, ensuring an immersive listening experience.Emotional Depth: The story explores the emotional complexities of past relationships and the joy of rediscovery.Intense Passion: The threesome's intimate encounter is described in vivid detail, capturing the raw passion and tenderness of their reunion.Relatable Themes: Themes of love, loss, and rediscovery resonate with listeners, making the story both engaging and relatable.Indulge in the captivating tale of "Homecoming Queen" and let yourself be swept away by the emotions and sensations it evokes. Our expertly narrated story will transport you to a world where past loves are rekindled, and passion knows no bounds. Subscribe now and experience the magic of Trixie's journey, as old flames are reignited in a night of unforgettable intimacy and love.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Recently divorced and struggling to make ends meet, Louise opens her home to a lodger, unaware that this decision will turn her world upside down. Chris, a young man who exudes raw, untamed allure, seems to have a magnetic pull over every woman he meets. His wild reputation precedes him, but Louise couldn't have foreseen just how profoundly their lives would intertwine.Louise, a mature and insecure woman, has been left with deep scars after her husband abandoned her for a younger lover. With her self-esteem in tatters, she retreats into a shell, hiding her true desires and yearnings. Yet, beneath her reserved exterior lies a simmering volcano of passion waiting to erupt.One unsuspecting afternoon, believing she has the house to herself, Louise decides to take a long, luxurious shower. The warm water cascading over her body awakens something deep within her, and she indulges in an intimate moment of self-pleasure. Little does she know, Chris is not only home but is also acutely aware of her sensual display.A voyeuristic thrill courses through him as he watches, captivated by the sight of this older woman exploring her hidden desires.The air between them becomes charged with unspoken lust and undeniable attraction. Every glance, every accidental touch, fuels the growing tension. Chris, with his seductive charm, begins a game of subtle seduction, drawing Louise out of her shell and into a world where age is but a number and passion knows no bounds.What's more, Louise finds herself torn between the safety of her insecurities and the exhilarating danger of surrendering to Chris's advances. Can she allow herself to be consumed by this young man's wild allure, or will her fears keep her from experiencing the ecstasy she truly craves?Breakfast With Chris is a scorching tale of voyeurism, seduction, and the rediscovery of passion. It's an exploration of the forbidden, a dance of raw emotions and unbridled lust. Join Louise on her sensual awakening and experience a story that will leave you breathless, yearning for more.

For the first of two tales, Dan takes us to the old mining city of Ballarat , Australia, to explore reports of hauntings from the 19th century, and some even stranger reports of some ghost hoaxers. Such an entertaining story! Then,  a supposedly true modern encounter tale of someone who might give you something new to worry about. When you think of deceased relatives and other spirits always being near and watching over you, do you ever wonder how much of your life they actually see? Lynze offers us three tales this week. Her first is not that scary but a super fun mystery that has paranormal elements. Then, a big sister encourages her younger sister to make friends with the person in the mirror. What could go wrong? Lastly, a creepy tale of something in the basement of a rental house. LIVE EXPERIENCES: If you'd like to see us perform live this year, visit badmagicproductions.com for our annual summer camp or crimewaveatsea.com/scared for a spoopy cruise this fall! Thank you for continuing to send in your stories, Creeps and Peepers!Please keep doing so!!Send them to mystory@scaredtodeathpodcast.comSend everything else to info@scaredtodeathpodcast.comWant to be a Patron? Get episodes AD-FREE, listen and watch before they are released to anyone else, bonus episodes, a 20% merch discount, additional content, and more! Learn more by visiting: https://www.patreon.com/scaredtodeathpodcast.Please rate, review, and subscribe anywhere you listen.Thank you for listening!Follow the show on social media: @scaredtodeathpodcast on Facebook and IG and TTWebsite: https://www.badmagicproductions.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scaredtodeathpodcastInstagram: https://bit.ly/2miPLf5Mailing Address:Scared to Deathc/o Timesuck PodcastPO Box 3891Coeur d'Alene, ID 83816Opening Sumerian protection spell (adapted):"Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no home… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a demon or a ghoul… Whatever thou be until thou art removed… thou shalt find here no water to drink… Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand to our own… Into our house enter thou not. Through our fence, breakthrough thou not… we are protected though we may be frightened. Our life you may not steal, though we may feel SCARED TO DEATH."

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IT'S THE FINAL EPISODE! The gang takes on the last set of episodes from Secret Level. We talk about Concord, Honor of Kings, and Playtime. Come take a listen and then join our discord to see if you agree with our thoughts as a whole! https://linktr.ee/chaoticallynerdy Intro and outro music is made by Alex Grohl, can find their music on spotify here https://open.spotify.com/artist/2Mi50rMNTnDl8PVUi1YbpO?si=mVQPtZMeQzOFU3Wcg9g7vw We can be reached at chaoticallynerdy@gmail.com

Imagine the intense pleasure you could be enjoying right now by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com  Anne never imagined that getting a new Great Dane would lead her into the arms of a captivating stranger. But destiny has a funny way of turning the ordinary into the extraordinary.In "Leash of Lust: A Playful Seduction Tale," Anne's life takes an unexpected turn when her enthusiastic new pet drags her across the park floor, leaving her sprawled and helpless. Just as she thinks she's reached the height of embarrassment, a tall, dark, and undeniably handsome dog trainer appears, offering her a hand up and a smile that promises more than mere assistance.This chance encounter sparks the beginning of an adventure that is both erotic and romantic, filled with moments that will leave you breathless. The mysterious dog trainer, who introduces himself as Jake, not only helps Anne regain control of her Great Dane but also ignites a fire within her that she never knew existed.Jake's expertise extends beyond just training dogs. He teaches Anne the art of sensual pet play, a form of erotic play that deepens their connection and builds an intimate bond between them. Their sessions are charged with electric tension as they explore their desires through a series of romantic games. Each encounter brings them closer, their chemistry undeniable and their passion unbridled.In one particularly unforgettable scene, Jake takes Anne back to his secluded training facility. Here, away from prying eyes, he gently yet firmly guides her through a session that blurs the lines between discipline and desire.The air is thick with anticipation and the promise of what could be. Jake's firm yet tender instruction and Anne's willingness to submit create a symphony of pleasure that crescendos to a climax neither of them will soon forget.But it's not just about the physical. Anne finds herself falling for Jake's confident charm and gentle humor. Their connection goes beyond the bedroom (or the training ground). It's in the stolen glances, the shared laughs, and the way they perfectly sync with each other. It's in the romantic games that allow them to discover each other in ways words cannot express."Leash of Lust" isn't just a tale of erotic play and sensual pet play; it's a story of discovery and surrender. Anne learns to trust and open herself up to new experiences, while Jake finds joy in guiding and cherishing her. And amidst all the passion and playful seduction, they find something much deeper—a love that binds them as tightly as any leash.Join Anne and Jake on this tantalizing audio adventure where every moment is an invitation to indulge in your fantasies. Whether you're drawn to the allure of doggie style, the thrill of romantic games, or the deep connection of sensual pet play, "Leash of Lust" promises to take you on a journey of passion and intimacy.Don't miss out on this steamy, heart-pounding story. Listen to "Leash of Lust" today and discover where desire can lead when you follow the leash of love.

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Step into the enchanting world of "Shadows of Desire," where the night is alive with mystery and the promise of passion awaits. Meet Alice, a painfully shy woman who dreads the thought of attending a lavish fancy dress party. Clad in an elegant yet modest costume, she feels out of place among the vibrant crowd.But as the evening unfolds and the drinks begin to flow, Alice discovers a newfound sense of courage, igniting a spark within her that she never knew existed.In the dimly lit corners of the party, she catches the eye of a captivating older man, his presence both commanding and alluring. Drawn together by an undeniable chemistry, they slip away from the bustling crowd into the shadows, where inhibitions fade and desires come alive.Join Alice on her intimate adventure as she explores the depths of her sensuality, guided by the warm embrace of passion and the thrill of the unknown. In this tantalizing tale, discover how one night can change everything, leading to unforgettable encounters that awaken the senses and unleash hidden fantasies.Dive into "Shadows of Desire" and lose yourself in a story that celebrates the beauty of transformation, the allure of connection, and the intoxicating power of surrender. Will Alice embrace her desires and step into the light of her true self? Find out in this captivating erotic journey that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.

Talking about love on Valentine's Day, but all we get in this one is a front-row seat to a masturbation marathon while laying next to Jay Mac.  We're deep in the shit with 3D porn that makes your dick look like a fucking garden hose compared to the monster cocks on screen. Your living room? Sounds more like a fucking porn theater with an 80-inch screen of titties, making your place look like a crime scene under a black light. CSI would have a field day with those glowing pillows. Then there's the art of not getting caught, with techniques that would make a spy blush. Hiding your phone behind the Vaseline while you jerk off in the bathroom? That's not just strategy; that's fucking espionage. And don't get me started on the horror of soap in the hole—your dick's worst nightmare. Richard Branson? You idolize him like he's the god of crazy-ass adventures, water skiing with chicks in bikinis like it's his fucking job. And the game show idea? Mixing sounds of races with retards? That's not just a game; that's a fucking social experiment in bad taste. Oh, and 50 Shades of Grey? You're out here like you wrote the fucking book on BDSM, breaking it down to the contract signing like it's legal advice for kinky fuckers. 

 In most cases, men are potent and have psychological problems to sleep with women.If you think that you are impotent, do a clinical erection test by yourself - is at the end…If you have a physical problem: Go to the doctor to scan your prostate.If the prostate is okay, fast for at least 7 days that the blood vessel in that lower abdomen can be purified and the physical problem is solved. Or look up for Mantak Cia /Tao-Garden in Chiang Mai in Thailand, they can solve your problem. Low testosterone level and aging. I recommend these herbs. 1.) Fo-Ti (He Shou Wu, Chinese Cornbind)2.) Ginseng3.) Ashwagandha4.) Gingko Biloba5.) Goji Berries (Wolf Berries)6.) Astragalar7.) Lingzhi Mushrooms8.) Gotu Kola9.) Jiao Gu Lan The first 5 herbs are increasing your testosterone and other sexual hormones… At least they make your body strong. The last 4 herbs are for busting your immune system and heart… I take all of them every day by capsules or as tea. Many men become homosexual because of their problems with women.About 70% of all married couples experience a sexual dysfunction in their lifetime!The wives think that the men are impotent and can't see that maybe they are the problem!I will cover now the psychological problems. Why can't men get an erection? It is a performance anxiety caused through:1.) Sexually abused in your childhood.2.) Dominant mother or sister that pushed you always down.3.) Bad consciousness. 4.) Too much stress or tension.5.) Sham.6.) Fear of failure7.) Relationship problems.8.) Unattractive sexual partner9.) Rejection of women.Because the anxiety causes the erection problem. To get an erection:We need to be aroused and relaxed. Tip 1Exercises (see also Youtube: Mantak Chia at the end)Masturbate every second day until you have a full erection and then stop. Let your erection die and re-arouse yourself again… Make that 3 times and then it is allowed to release your semen. You can use pornography or imagination of sexual situation. Psychology effect:You train your brain, that you can arouse yourself and don't need to release your semen.  Tip 2:Solve your relationship problems. Or better go to a therapist or group… When I have problems in the relationship or if I want to sleep just so with a girl, I can't do so. Because my body and mind reject that women… I need intimacy and without intimacy, I can't sleep with any women. And I was sexually abused in my childhood…. that makes sex with women much more difficult. Never the less I have slept with over 100 women… and many times I could not.  When I could solve often that problem with a so bad childhood then you can do too! Still, it is a challenge and that is good so!Tip 3:Speak about your sexual problems and find other ways to improve your sex life.Couples, who just give up on the sexual dysfunction of the man will never get the sexual problems solved. Touch your partner, be lovely and don't set yourself under pressure. Sleep naked, be close to your partner and try to arouse each other without any tension. Make your partner orgasms without an intercourse. My Video: Why can't men sleep with women? https://youtu.be/FRlr5QmSEWUMy Audio: https://divinesuccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/Podcast.B/Why-can't-men-sleep-with-women.mp3

Living nymph, and proud of it. Humorous stories of women who share. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It's Not a Mental DisabilityAmanda has a somewhat embarrassing disability.Phillip Hammond, the clerk at the unemployment office, wasn't making Amanda Adams feel good about herself right now. They were threatening to cut her benefits, and with her being unable to secure good references in her field, she couldn't get past the interview process at most companies. "Mr. Hammond, please. You have seen I have been applying for work. I have been trying. Really, I have.""Miss Adams, I am sorry, but one can only receive unemployment benefits for so long. You've applied for it six times over the past five years and this last run was for six months, the maximum length of coverage. The only way you can get financial help is if you claimed a disability.""But I don't have one!" Amanda yelled."I told you, Miss Adams. You should meet with our psychologist. Considering your... uh... history, I think he could help you.""Help me? How?" Amanda wasn't clear what the social worker meant by her history, either."Amanda. You have lost five jobs, all because you got involved with men at your places of employment. We have warned you time and again. I think it could be a verifiable mental issue with you, and I am only suggesting that you go see..""Wait a minute, Phillip!" This was no time for formalities, thought Amanda, using his first name. "Three of those guys claimed they were single. I had no idea they were married!""You could have googled. Check their social media history, maybe?"She ignored him. "I believed what they told me at the time, and I can't help it, that all of them got obsessed with me. They went out of their way to get me fired, after I broke up with them.""Getting romantically involved is circumstance enough for losing one's job. Go see Dr. Blake." Phillip held a business card to Amanda. "Or go without any possibility of getting any assistance. Maybe start applying at fast food joints?"Amanda graduated in computer science. She had far too many loans to accept such a low paying job. "Fine!" she yelled, snatching the card."You get one more check from us, and then it ends," said Phillip. "I suggest you go with whatever the doctor tells you, to pick up disability payments in the meantime. If you qualify, that is.""I have no idea what I would be disabled for." Three days later, Amanda found herself standing across from the most handsome man she'd ever laid eyes on. Maybe early thirties, well built, tall, with full, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She blushed as he introduced himself. "I'm Dr. David Blake. Pleased to meet you, Miss Adams. Amanda, is it? Welcome to my office. Please, sit.""Pleased to meet you, too," Amanda said, briefly shaking his firm, strong hands.As Amanda sat in the chair opposite the doctor, across from his desk, he spoke, "Considering my workload, I do not have a lot of time to spend with new, non-urgent care patients. My time is based on need, rather than just equal time for everyone. I reviewed your case, and discussed it with Mr. Hammond, your case worker. We work with them on many cases, not just yours.""I see," said Amanda."Anyway, I am willing to write you up with an S.A. diagnosis. We can discuss whether you would like to try chemical treatments, such as we use to treat depression... or interactive therapy. Maybe both. But at this time, your case isn't that critical. I'll write up the diagnosis now, and you can set an appointment with my assistant for two weeks from now. Is that okay with you?"Amanda was relieved the doctor was willing to write something up that would allow her to receive some income, but she was still foggy on things. "I'm sorry. An S.A. diagnosis?""Sexual addiction," the handsome doctor paused. "Combined with histrionic personality disorder. What we in the business term 'slut-like tendencies'. This creates a toxic environment for any workplace, of course. You can get disability payments, while you go through treatment. Once you finish, we can note it on your resume, and can help you with job placement. Your case isn't so unique, after all."Amanda was having trouble breathing, flushed red with anger. "Did you just say I am a slut?""Slut-like tendencies only means that someone invests their need for validation, openly, and often. Most of them have, say, more than three partners a year, but they get off on the attention, more than the sex. It isn't necessarily nymphomania.""You're saying because I have an active sex life, that I am a slut?""No, I did not say that. Although that is the very definition of the slang term, especially when it is involves multiple partners.""So we're slut-shaming now?""Excuse me, Miss Adams!" barked Dr. Blake. "Let's go through the facts. You have had a sexual relationship with at least one man, in every job you have ever worked. Every time, it has led to trouble, and ultimately, termination of your employment. Would you say your actions were responsible for this, or not?""No! I would say having immature people, who were out for revenge, is what ended my employment at those places.""You continue to disregard other people's feelings, even though these actions, and the results from them, have repeated themselves again and again. People get angry with you,  valid or not; and push you out the door, when discovering your behavior.""Well, it shouldn't be like that," Amanda insisted."But it is." The psychologist affirmed."Dr. Hammond, I am not a slut!""Allow me to explain, for one last time, what I mean. The reason I say 'slut-like tendencies' is due to specific behavior points. For instance, I could see that you found me attractive when you came in today.""Dr. Hammond! I have made no such communications."The doctor raised his hand with his forefinger up, hushing her. "Let me finish. It's okay that you find me attractive. I also find you highly attractive, but it's our personalities that separate us.""Claiming I am a slut!" Did he really find her attractive, thought Amanda? 'Highly attractive,' did he say? Even as he spoke so degradingly of her?"No, you're not a slut. As I said, you simply struggle with some tendencies. Continuing with my observation, you find me attractive. Understand, Amanda, that being physically attracted to someone is perfectly natural. So let's say I was at the beach. You would see me with my toned muscles, tanned skin. I possess a body you might like. It would interest or arouse you, yes?Amanda sneered at the quack doctor, remaining silent."But see, you would get more pleasure by being the one barely dressed, not the other way around. Isn't that so? You crave attention, more than most other people require.""I do no such thing," said Amanda."Miss Adams," sighed David. "I am a trained psychologist, and I actually specialize in sexually deviant behavior.""Deviant?" screamed Amanda."Calm down. The point is, you can deny all you want, but you have specific markers. You can continue to deny the problem, or you can learn to change things.""You think I would get horny, or feed off your attention, if I were half dressed? Is that all you got? That's the strength of your argument, in labeling me a slut?""Yes, it is my argument, but no, I am not labeling you a slut. Amanda, this is a behavior pattern I have seen many times over. You could strip right now, angry as you are, and you would still want validation. You would WANT me to be attracted to you. You would want me to be turned on by you."As handsome as the doctor was, his personality was really turning Amanda off. "That is so fucking ridiculous," she said, crossing her arms."Fine. If you Insist on having me drag it out of you, go ahead. Strip.""Strip? Here? Now?" Amanda was appalled the doctor would ask for such a thing."Or don't. I can easily prove it to you in a matter of minutes, or you can continue to be resistant to the truth."Amanda paused for a moment and then stood up, pointing at the doctor. "You know, you're right. When I first came in here, I did find you attractive. I'm well aware, physical attraction is natural. But believe me when I say, that by opening your mouth and spouting your bullshit, the attraction to you has completely evaporated. You are a fucking creep!"The doctor remained sitting, shaking his head. "Do you want me to write this diagnosis or not? I don't have time to see you right now. Not until later this month. If you insist my opinion is wrong, you will have to wait until I can formally sit down with you.""I would never sit down with you. For you to even suggest.." Amanda stopped.She stared for a moment at the man, seeing his muscles ripping through his tight, dark shirt. He wore a bright tie with it, looking distinguished and professional, unlike his behavior. It pissed Amanda off, that someone so handsome, could be such an asshole. Amanda noticed his bronze skin, too, no doubt a product of a comfortable lifestyle. His short, dark hair contrasted with his piercing blue eyes. She almost wanted to ask him if he wore colored contacts."For me to suggest what, Miss Adams?" sighed the doctor, looking up at her.Amanda held her tongue, dropping her purse. Instead of replying, she began unbuttoning her blouse. When she was down to her bra and panties, she finally spoke. "I'm going to prove you wrong, and you are going to write something else for me instead. Something that will qualify me to draw disability payments, while I find work. Agreed?"Dr. Blake paused and leaned back in his chair. "If my statements aren't accurate, I will agree to that.""What will you write up?" asked Amanda."It doesn't matter," said the doctor, "You won't win this bet."Now Amanda was really pissed. In one swift motion, she unsnapped her bra, flinging it off, and ripped off her panties. "Dr. Blake. I can be stark naked in front of you, and not give one shit whether you like it or not. Fuck you, and fuck your bullshit quackery."The doctor was visibly shaken. Not so much by Amanda's actions, but by her perfect body. Never had he seen such a vision, and he wasn't short of partners himself."Jesus Christ, your body is amazing," he muttered under his breath.The reaction was instant. Maybe Amanda hadn't noticed it like this before, because it hadn't been pointed out to her, but she was ecstatic, that this hot guy in front of her, was practically slobbering himself while staring at her. She got a kick out of the hungry look in his eyes. Amanda was already damp, hoping the doctor might be sporting an erection under his desk.Then it hit her. Dr. Blake was right. For a moment, she stood frozen before him, watching him stare back at her. Amanda made no attempt to cover anything. Finally, she sighed. "Oh, my god. You're right. I act like a slut. You like this, and it thrills me."Amanda was being brutally honest with herself, and the doctor."Amanda, you are not a slut," said the doctor, snapping out of his trance and finally looking her in the eyes. "As I said, you have markers. But now that we have proven who is right, why don't you go ahead and masturbate for me?""What?" screamed Amanda. "Just because I admit to liking this, you think I would go that far? Just because you ask?""It's only a suggestion, Miss Adams, I don't mind. You know I would love every second of it. You might as well take advantage of the situation."'How is he turning this around on me again?' thought Amanda.The doctor arched back in his chair, and went back to staring at her body, sending shivers up her spine. "Really? You want me to masturbate? Here?""Yes, please. In the chair. Spread your legs. Show me everything.""Dr. Blake, this is not appropriate.""Of course, it isn't appropriate. It's the very reason you keep getting fired from one place to the next. But damn it, it is so fucking hot. You are a treasure."The doctor's compliments made Amanda blush, and without thinking, she dropped back in the leather chair. "Will you jerk off to me?""If you make it hot enough for me. If you beg me." The handsome clinician complied.Amanda arched back and spread her legs wide, while the doctor pulled his chair up to get a batter angle. She reached down with her right hand, inserting two fingers. "Please, jerk off for me. I'll cum for you.""If I jerk off, I'll have to cum, too," said the doctor, matter-of-factly."Yes, yes. Let me watch, too.""I'd have to get up from this desk... for you to see anything."Amanda bit her bottom lip, nodding, while digging her fingers into her wet cunt even deeper. She'd had objections to this man only moments ago, and now all she wanted was to get off. And to see this man get off on her, too."I tell you what I am going to do, Amanda. I am going to take off all my clothes and stroke myself. I will stand behind this desk, in front of you, and let you masturbate while watching me... watch you."Amanda groaned. His dirty talk edged her forward."Or I could come closer... much closer." He added.Amanda moaned even heavier now, begging the doctor to follow through with his suggestion. "I could cum in your mouth, Amanda."As he spoke, the doctor slipped out of his pants and underwear, and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his cut physique. He stood up, to finish removing it all, revealing a thick and long cock to Amanda. Amanda pumped faster now with the visual stimulation. "Please, please get closer, Amanda begged. She was almost whispering, ashamed to admit how much she wanted the doctor's cock. "Bring it here.""Tell me how much of a slut you are."Instantly, Amanda's hand stopped pumping. Juices were pouring all over it, and the chair beneath her, but her shock had preempted her horny drive. "What did you say?"The doctor rounded the desk, bringing him (and his truly magnificent cock) closer to Amanda. She couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. "You want me?" he asked."Yes," she whispered, but then caught herself. "But you keep calling me a slut!"Without warning, Dr. Blake rushed to Amanda, grabbing the back of her head, thrusting his rod into her face. Instinctively, she opened, taking it in. Unable to help herself, her right hand went back to the business of fucking herself, while David pumped his cock back and forth into her mouth. Amanda moaned again in pleasure."I will fuck you until you pass out, but you have to tell me you're a slut." David pushed deeper, slightly gagging Amanda in the process, before pulling out.With her left hand, she grabbed his shaft and stared to his eyes, "Okay, I'm a slut. But you better fuck me, alright?"With permission given, David picked Amanda up at the hips and spun her around as easy as a sack of potatoes. He grabbed her left tit from behind, and then guided his stiff cock into her soaking cunt, using his other arm. In seconds, he was pounding Amanda from behind, with her ass bent over deep into the l

Porn, masterbation, confessions, and demonstrations. By darrenr.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. One evening, Anna sat beside him on the couch with a serious look on her face. “Jake, listen, I know I've already put a lot of burden on our friendship these past weeks. There's something else I want to ask you about. I don't want to do a cycle of agonizing self-doubt this time, so I'm just going to go out on a limb and ask you. Do you promise to tell me if my question makes you uncomfortable?” “Of course I'll tell you,” Jake said. “You know that model you showed me earlier, the one with the inverted nipples?” “Yes,” Jake laughed. “Yes, I remember.” “You found those pictures pretty quickly. Have you looked at pictures of her before?” "Well, yes," Jake admitted. "And when you looked, it made you feel... aroused?" Jake felt his face turn red. There didn't seem to be any point in denying the obvious. "Yes." "Even though she has weird nipples?" "Anna, look. I don't see her nipples as a negative. It just made her more enticingly unique and fascinating." Anna nodded. "And when you felt aroused, looking at her pictures, did you... well did it make you want to... touch... yourself?" "Anna, are you asking if I masturbate when I look at porn?" Anna nodded. "The answer is yes, of course I do. I'm not proud of it, and I've never talked with anyone about it before. But you seem to sincerely want to know. I'm... I'm not really interested in being teased about this." "Why would I tease you? I wouldn't do that." Jake gave her a doubtful look but saw only sincerity in her expression. "Do you mind if I ask you more questions?" Jake laughed. This woman bared her beautiful body to him every day. How could he say no? With a sigh, he said, "Go for it." "How did it start? Wasn't it weird?" "It started quite innocently. I somehow noticed it felt good to touch myself there, and it seemed like all positives and no negatives." "Were you looking at porn then?" "Oh no, not at first. I'm not even sure I thought about girls at first. That connection came later." "Did you hide it?" "Well, yes. I clearly sensed this was a private thing." "And that's it? All positives, no negatives from the start? No shame involved?" "Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that. I said it started quite innocently." Jake paused briefly, and then continued very quietly. "Eventually I got the message it was something to be ashamed of, and I associated profound guilt with it." "Then you stopped?" Jake shook his head. "Of course not. It felt so good! I simply internalized the shame and self-loathing." Anna squeezed his hands in hers. "Do you still feel shame?" Jake took a deep breath. "Not the same way. Eventually I realized I wasn't hurting anyone, and while it isn't the most productive use of time it's not worth beating myself up over. The only thing I struggle with anymore is keeping my fantasies respectful." "What do you mean?" "Well, like... I used to try to imagine what every girl in my school looked like naked. But it didn't seem right to fantasize about someone who hasn't... invited me to. I can't help what images pop into my head and try to ignore the inappropriate ones. That's why I feel okay about looking at porn. Those people have given permission to be fantasized about." Anna squeezed his hand and was silent for a while in thought. "For me, I also got the message, as you said, that I shouldn't touch myself that way. And I didn't. I've since accepted, intellectually, there is nothing wrong with it. But I can't seem to shake this latent shame. I've tried, and it just doesn't work for me." "What doesn't work?" Jake asked. "Touching myself. Masturbating. Every time I try it, I can't overcome the feelings of shame." "You've never masturbated?" Jake tried to not sound incredulous. "Not really, no." Jake hesitated a moment, and then asked, "Is it different when you... have sex?" "Oh, I've never had sex," Anna said. "Never really been close. Have you?" Jake shook his head. "No, me neither." They sat together in silence, the picture of the nude model on the computer forgotten. Anna took a breath and asked, "What does it feel like to... have an orgasm?" Part of him was expecting this question. He thought about the countless times he'd masturbated. What was it like to not know? "It's okay," Anna said with disappointment. "I didn't mean to pry." "You're not prying!" Jake said quickly. "Sorry, I've never talked about this with anyone. I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm happy to share it with you, but please be patient with me." Anna's face relaxed. She waited patiently while Jake thought. "I think it's kind of like sneezing," he said. Anna looked confused. "What?" Jake smiled. "Well, kind of. You know that tickle in your nose before a sneeze? It's annoying, and not a strong sensation, but you know unmistakably a sneeze is coming. The feeling builds, and builds, and then suddenly there's this out of control explosion that somehow your whole body is involved in. The explosion is related to the tickle, it comes from it, but is orders of magnitude more powerful. More intense. And then afterwards it feels like relief, like all this tension was suddenly released." Anna looked doubtful. "You're not really selling it." Jake laughed. "Well the difference is, unlike a sneeze, it's all pleasure. It starts as mild pleasure. It feels good, and it builds. It can continue building, and just feels amazing. Sometimes it's nice to take it slow and enjoy that feeling. When the orgasm hits it feels like the pleasure-o-meter goes off the scale." Anna laughed. "If it's that great, why aren't you masturbating, like, every day?" Jake's cheeks turned red. "It's not necessarily every day." Anna's eyes widened. "Oh." She giggled nervously. Jake nodded. Anna sat in quiet thought. "What I'm wondering is," Anna finally said softly, haltingly, "for me, would it be different if I was... masturbating... with a... friend?" Jake could only see one interpretation for what she just said to him, and yet it seemed impossible. "What do you mean?" Jake asked, studying her face for any sign of joking. "Would you be willing to... masturbate with me?" Jake stared at her stupidly. Anna turned away and moved to stand up. "Sorry, I know that was weird. Please forget I asked." Jake held tight to her hand. "YES!" he blurted out. Anna turned back toward him. "I mean, no that's not weird," Jake continued. "Yes, I will do that with you. Masturbate." Anna smiled. "After all, that's an extremely normal thing for friends to do together." They both laughed. "What's your vision?" Jake asked. "How will this work?" Anna gestured at the computer in Jake's lap. "Do you think you could find a movie of something we could both, um, enjoy?" Jake laughed. "Can you be more specific?" "A man and a woman having sex?" "Okay. Any turn offs?" "What do you mean?" "You haven't watched much porn, have you?" "No," Anna answered. "That's okay. Let me sketch a typical 'plot' for you. Couple kisses. Couple undresses. Couple takes turns performing oral sex on each other. Man puts penis in woman's vagina. Lots of thrusting and then, usually, pulling out and ejaculating on the woman." Anna made a face of disgust. "ON her? Why do they pull out like that?" Jake laughed. "Okay noted, what penises do is disgusting. This brings up another issue we should discuss. If we do this together, I feel I must point out to you I have a penis, and when I orgasm my penis ejaculates semen. If that is gross to you, maybe this isn't a great idea?" Jake felt a little bad confronting her so directly on this. He thought it was disgusting too, but she hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry, you're right. But I am curious--why is it normal for the man to pull out?" "I don't know, I think just so the camera can see the climax? Anyway, I'll find one where the penis stays inside. Any other concerns?" "Do they always do oral sex? It seems gross to put your mouth where someone pees." "Not always," Jake said, "though it's very common." "Why is gross stuff common in porn? That doesn't seem sexy." Jake thought about how much he'd like to put his mouth on her. "I think it depends on the relationship. A stranger, or someone you're not attracted to, then I agree it's a big yuck. Someone you are attracted to, someone you care for deeply and find beautiful and appealing, well, maybe it's a special intimacy? I'd also guess it feels good in a unique way. I have no personal experience, though. Just speculating." "Hmm." Anna seemed doubtful. "You'd prefer something without oral sex?" Jake asked. "At least to start, please." Jake found a suitably tasteful example of the genre, put the laptop on the coffee table in front of them, and started the video. Sitting beside Anna, Jake became very conscious of his shrunken dick. He was too embarrassed to be aroused or to touch himself, and his hands rested on his thighs. Anna sat in about the same position, hands on her thighs. The woman in the video took her bra off. She had small breasts with big nipples. "I like her breasts," Anna said. "She has great nipples. Do you like them?" "Yes, they're nice." Jake would have preferred to be looking at Anna's, though. The woman in the video pulled down the man's pants and stroked his dick with her hands. "What a beautiful cock," the woman said in a sultry voice. Anna giggled. "Do people really talk that way?" Jake shrugged. "They do in porn, at least." "Cock is such a funny word," Anna said. "Is that what you call your penis?" Jake let out a short laugh. "Believe it or not, I don't talk to my penis that often." "I think you mean you don't talk to your COCK," Anna said. She nodded toward the screen. "His cock seems to like her," she said, clearly enjoying the word. She looked over at Jake's shrunken dick, stark evidence of how uncomfortable he was in this unusual situation. "But yours doesn't seem so interested. Do you want to try a different video?" "Sorry," Jake said. "It's not the video. This just feels weird. I feel a bit paralyzed." "It is awkward, but we can overcome it," Anna said. "How do you, normally, how do you touch yourself?" Jake spoke slowly, feeling nervous. "I hold my... penis..." "Cock," Anna corrected with a smile. "Okay, I hold my cock, and I squeeze until it is hard. Once hard I... I stroke up and down the length of it." Anna nodded, staring at his limp dick. "How about..." Jake swallowed. "How about you?" Anna laughed. "Well as I explained I don't really know what I'm doing." "Okay, I know, but what have you tried? What is your... plan for this attempt?" Anna frowned. "Just general rubbing around my vulva, I suppose." "Any particular places?" "I've read I should focus on my clitoris, but that's way too sensitive so I kind of rub around it." "Do you put your finger... inside?" Jake asked. "Oh no," Anna said, shaking her head. Then, quietly, "I've never put anything inside." She turned to face him. "My gynecologist has, of course, but it was uncomfortable, and I've always been a little afraid of doing it on my own. I suppose that sounds stupid." Jake shook his head. "Not at all. There's nothing stupid about listening to your feelings. The whole point of masturbating is to feel good." For a moment they sat in silence watching the video. Finally, Anna put her hand between her legs. "Come on, slow poke," she said with a smile. "Catch up!" Jake took hold of his shrunken dick. "This isn't so bad," Anna said. "How are you doing?" "Doing okay," Jake said. "Then let's start stroking." Jake started rolling his limp dick between his fingers while, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anna rubbing between her legs. He wanted to watch Anna instead of the video, but he kept his eyes on the screen. The man in the video was now stroking the woman's pussy. Jake thought about when he had stroked Anna during shaving and moisturizing, which he found deeply erotic but wasn't supposed to be about sexual pleasure. He wondered what it would be like to stroke her to make her feel good. Sharing his first explicitly sexual moment with her was powerfully arousing and soon he was fully erect. "That's more like it," Anna said, nodding at his erection. "Look at that beautiful cock! Feeling better?" Jake took this opportunity to look over at Anna, her friendly face and her bare breasts making his heart long with desire as he stroked himself. "Much," he answered. "How are you doing? Is it working better having company?" "I think so. It's still weird, isn't it?" "Pretty weird!" Jake agreed. In the video, the man was now fingering the woman. She was shaved except for a small patch. "Wow," Anna said. Eager for any opportunity to turn his head in her direction, Jake asked, "What?" "That woman's labia are enormous!" "Hmmm, I suppose they're reasonably prominent," Jake replied. "Reasonably prominent? They don't even fit in her vulva, they're just hanging outside like, 'Hey, what's up?'" Jake laughed. "Okay, yes. But based on my, uh, experience examining imagery of such things, they're not unusually large." Anna sat up a little and leaned down to look between her legs. Jake followed her gaze and was amazed to see she had pulled her outer lips apart, spreading open the petals of her labia. "But look, they're so much bigger than mine!" Jake took in the sight of her inner pinkness glistening with moisture. Spread open like this, Jake was pretty sure her clitoris wasn't erect, but his heart thrilled to be seeing in there. His hungry cock throbbed. "You're so beautiful," Jake blurted out. Anna laughed. "Right," she said with sarcasm. "Beautiful," Jake repeated, looking her in the eye to make his point. Anna looked away in embarrassment and leaned back on the couch, resuming her gentle rubbing while watching the video. "She seems to like that," Anna said. The woman in the video moaned with pleasure as the man pushed two fingers into her. "She sure talks about her 'pussy' a lot. Pussy, pussy, pussy! It feels naughty. Say it!" Jake giggled. "Come on, Jake!" "Pussy," Jake said, quietly. "Pussy!" Anna said, louder. "Pussy!" Jake matched her. "PUSSY!!" Anna nearly yelled. The woman in the video orgasmed loudly while they giggled. "Well she either really enjoyed that or did a good job acting like she did," Anna said. "I wonder if an orgasm really feels that good." "It totally does," Jake said. "Or it can. Speaking of, how are things going in your quest?" Anna sighed. "I don't know. It feels nice touching myself. I don't hate the video. I like doing this together, with you, but I don't feel like the physical sensations are building toward anything." In the video the man pulled his dick up to the woman's opening, and then slowly pushed it inside. "That's kind of beautiful," Anna said. "It is," Jake agreed, thinking about Anna. They watched together while the couple in the video had sex, the man thrusting faster and faster while the woman moaned in pleasure. Finally, he grunted, and his body jerked as he ejaculated inside of her, and the video ended. "Oh," Anna said as she looked over at Jake. "What about your orgasm? Did that video not do it for you?" "It's not that, exactly," Jake said while idly gripping his shaft. "It's more that I wanted to go there with you." "That is sweet of you, but I'm afraid my equipment might not really work. Honestly, I'm not feeling anything building. But it was very helpful for you to do this with me, because I didn't feel the shame this way." "Are you sure you want to give up right away?" Jake asked. Anna's face looked determined. She shook her head. "No, I'm not giving up," Anna said. "But, well... do you have another suggestion?" "Have you ever tried, um," Jake regretted his idea but didn't know how to back out now. "Water? Like, the tub faucet or shower head?" Anna laughed. "You mean, like, shoot a stream of water into my vagina?" "Well, not so much 'into' as 'at.' I don't know, it was just a thought. I've heard some women enjoy it." "Heard? From who?" "I guess what I should say is I've seen videos of women pleasuring themselves with the stream from tub faucets. It could be fake, I certainly don't know." "Show me," she said, nodding toward the computer. Jake found an example. In the video a woman climbed into a bathtub, adjusted the water temperature, and arranged her body so her vulva was in the stream. After a few minutes she started to moan, and finally her body jerked as she orgasmed. Anna contemplated for a moment and nodded. "Okay, sure, that seems worth a try. Why not? Come on." She got up and walked to the bathroom. Jake followed eagerly, his erection bouncing crazily as he watched her cute bottom lead the way. Anna turned on the tub faucet about halfway, just to a gentle stream, and sat on the edge waiting for the water to warm up. Satisfied with the temperature, she stepped into the tub and sat down. Lying on her back, she spread her legs and scooted her bottom down toward the tub spout's stream of water, stopping with her thigh in the stream with her knees bent sharply. "Like this?" Anna asked. Jake nodded. "Oh, it's just a bit too hot. Can you please make it just a tiny bit cooler?" Jake gave the knob a small adjustment. "Hmm. Now just a little warmer?" Jake put two hands on the knob and twisted it the smallest possible amount in the other direction. Anna let out a sigh. "Okay, that's perfect." She rested her head against the bottom of the tub and closed her eyes. "I feel stupid, though. This is embarrassing." Jake took her hand from the rim of the tub and held it. "It's not stupid to work toward understanding yourself and your body better. You've nothing to be embarrassed about as far as I'm concerned. I don't know if, when you find something that feels good to you, it will be like it is for me. But if it's similar, I think it will have been worth the effort. Maybe this suggestion of mine is stupid, but if it doesn't work we'll just try something else. Yeah?" Anna smiled. "Yeah, okay." She looked down at the stream of water. "Okay." She slowly moved her hips until the stream hit the target. Jake felt her fingers tighten on his hand. "Oh! That is... that is interesting." "Interesting in a good way?" Jake asked. "It's definitely not bad," Anna said, resting her head back against the bottom of the tub as she closed her eyes again and slowly moved her hips to try different targets for the stream. Jake looked over Anna's naked body. The drain was open, so the tub wasn't filling, but the flow was strong enough water was pooling in the bottom and it wet her hair. Her breasts were somewhat flattened against her chest, but he couldn't tell by looking if her inverted nipples were at all hardening. Jake looked down her belly to her bare vulva. Pussy. He loved saying 'pussy' with her. Her pussy spread open wide, her inner lips fluttering in the random turbulence. "Oh!" Anna said, grimacing slightly with her eyes squeezed tight. "Ohhhh, something is happening." "Is it a good 'something'?" Jake asked. "Umm... yes," Anna replied. "It is good." Jake watched her shift her hips a bit more, and it looked like the stream was focused directly on her pink clitoris. Her hand gripped his tighter. Anna smiled and Jake couldn't help smiling in return, even though her eyes were still closed. It was intensely arousing to see her enjoying herself. He gently squeezed her hand in return, savoring the beautiful sight. For several minutes Anna lay there, often making small adjustments to her position as the warm water tumbled over her pussy. Finally, she let out a big sigh--frustration or disappointment he couldn't tell--and sat up, releasing his hand and pushing herself away from the tub spout as she stretched her legs out straight on the bottom of the tub. "Oh, that's much better. I couldn't stand having my knees bent for even one more minute." She leaned forward in a stretch, rubbing her leg muscles. "Another failure then?" Jake asked. "Definitely not!" Anna said, turning off the water. The tub drain gurgled noisily. "I've never felt anything like that. It was nice. But the good feelings plateaued, and my legs started to cramp, so I don't know how close I got to having an orgasm." "I see," Jake said, disappointed. "Sorry." "Sorry? That was a great suggestion. Now I know I can feel these kinds of feelings. It just wasn't enough for taking me all the way to orgasm town, wherever that is." Jake felt his heart warm with pride. She liked it! She was smiling at him. He smiled back. "So, what other ideas do you have?" Anna asked as she stood up in the tub and dried herself. "I feel like we're on the right track, we just need to keep searching." Jake's smile faltered when he realized he didn't know what to suggest next. He supposed a vibrator would do the trick, but they had none. Anna was vigorously toweling herself when she saw his face and paused. "Only if you feel like it, of course," she said, a bit quietly. "It's no big deal." Upon hearing this horrifying misunderstanding, Jake panicked. He couldn't ruin this! "I could touch you," Jake blurted. "What?" Anna said. Jake felt himself turning bright red. Had he really just said that? He hoped he hadn't ruined everything. He looked down at his feet. "Sorry, that was a bad suggestion." Jake was speaking quickly in desperation. "Please forget I said it. The truth is I'm happy you enjoyed the tub faucet, and I'm having a lot of fun joining you on this journey. I'm sorry." "Whoa, slow down," Anna said. "You would touch me, that way?" Jake looked her in the eyes, his face contorted in anguish. "I'm so sorry. That was inappropriate of me. I'm having the best time with you, and I didn't mean to ruin it." Jake looked back at his feet. His ashamed dick had shrunk to a tiny nub. Anna held her eyes on his. "You're serious. You're not joking." It was a statement, not a question. Jake nodded. "I can't promise it would work, of course. I've never done this before. It was just a stupid suggestion." Jake looked away again. "Well, if you're sure you're willing to, we could try it. But only on one condition: When it's too boring or tedious, you must promise to stop and tell me. No hard feelings! Okay?" Jake couldn't help but smile. "Deal! And you have to be patient with me. I have no idea what I'm doing." Anna resumed drying herself. "I have to admit I'm pretty excited. If you can make me feel even better than what I just experienced in the tub it will be... well, it will be wonderful." She thought for a moment. "But am I being unfair to you, though? I still don't want to have sex." Jake laughed. "As long as you don't mind how much I may enjoy this." Anna hugged him, pressing her naked body against his. "You're my best friend," she said. She took Jake's hand and led the way back to the couch. She sat in her usual spot, on her towel, and spread her legs apart. Jake knelt between her knees, looked at her pussy, and froze. She looked so lovely before him, the smooth outer lips framing inner lips extra pink, still gleaming, and a bit swollen from their treatment in the bathtub. More than anything he wanted to bring her ecstasy with his love. Instead he found himself paralyzed with fear of failure. "It's okay if it's too weird! As I said, no hard feelings," Anna said, trying a little too hard to sound casual. "It's not that. I'm just... intimidated." Jake closed his eyes and then looked at her again. "It feels like a lot of responsibility, and I don't want to mess it up." "Listen, Jake, take it easy. I appreciate you doing this for me. If it doesn't work, that just means we learned a bit more about how my body works. Either way it will all be okay. It's just me. Your friend, Anna," she said with a smile. "Now I don't mean to be demanding, but right now I'm feeling rather impatient and I want to be touched on my PUSSY." With a laugh, she grabbed Jake's hand and pressed it flat against her. Jake felt the warmth emanating from her cleft and almost swooned. Jake started slowly moving his palm in small circles. He was used to touching her when he shaved her, or simply to comfort her. The closest he came to stroking her before this is when he would apply moisturizer after shaving. While he knew she enjoyed that, probably more than she'd admit, this was completely different. This was not about intimacy or comfort. She was asking him to stimulate her sexually. Jake knew he was in over his head. His knowledge about pleasing women sexually all came from porn, and he knew how unreliable that was. His only hope was paying close attention to her reactions like a game of "hotter or colder" where the hidden prize was his best friend's first orgasm. Keeping the gentle pressure on her pussy, Jake drew his other hand up her belly, dragging his fingers between her breasts, around them, and up over her flushed areolas. He was encouraged to feel some firmness beneath his fingers where her nipples hid. He spent a moment gently caressing her before dragging his hand down to join his other between her legs. Remembering something he saw in a video, he gently pinched her outer lips together so her clitoris was trapped within and then pulled them up and down to stroke it. Anna moaned softly. Bringing his hands together, he ran his thumbs down and up her smoothly-shaved outer lips. The down strokes pulled against her clitoris, the up strokes spread her open revealing the pink entrance to her vagina and the delicate petals of her inner lips. Down and up his thumbs stroked her, each time moving his thumbs inside a bit more and picking up her growing slickness. When they were wet enough he gently pinched each outer lip between a thumb and forefinger and pulled them apart a bit. Pulling down and then pushing up, in this way his fingers stroked every part of her outer lips and gently tugged against her clitoris without direct contact. "Oh that's good," Anna breathed. After several full strokes up and down her cleft, he felt his thumbs were wet enough to try touching her clitoris. He pushed them up against and over her bump, feeling its firmness. Anna gasped, and he looked up to her face. Her eyes were wide. "Wow," she said quietly. Encouraged, Jake spent some time pushing his thumbs up and down over her clitoris, feeling it get even more erect under his touch. Anna's breathing got faster. "Put a finger inside," she said. "Are you sure?" She nodded decisively, but her face showed nervousness. "I'm sure. I trust you. But just one finger, okay?" Jake nodded and turned his attention back between her legs. Keeping one thumb stroking her clitoris, he tenderly explored her opening with the forefinger of his other hand. Circling and teasing until he was sure his finger was lubricated enough, Jake watched her face as he pressed against her opening and his finger penetrated to the first knuckle. Anna's mouth jerked open in surprise. "Are you okay?" Jake asked. She nodded again, biting her lip. Jake slowly pulled his finger out part way, and then pushed in a little deeper. While his other hand kept slowly stroking her clitoris, he worked his finger in, out a little, in deeper, out a little, until finally his finger was fully buried in her. Anna breaths became slightly ragged with excitement. "How are you doing?" Jake asked. "Good," Anna said. "Really good. Something is definitely building." Jake smiled. He was doing it! Matching the rhythm of his thumb on her clitoris, he kept his finger straight and moved it out and in, out and in, out and in. The air was perfumed by the delicious scent of her arousal. Anna grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Jake's erection throbbed to see her so excited. Trying to remember what he'd read about stimulating a woman's g-spot, he curved his finger up to stroke where he hoped it was. Anna gasped. "Oh god. Oh fuck. Don't stop!" Jake's hands were starting to tire, but he was determined to get her there. He increased the pace of the strokes on her clitoris. Anna's hips were moving in response to his touch. "I think... I'm... close," Anna said in between breaths. "Please... I need... just... something more." Jake was stumped. He didn't know what more he could do with his aching hands. He knew he had to think of something quickly. His judgment clouded by desperation and doubting whether this was for her or for his own selfish desires, he put his mouth on her clitoris. "Oh!" was all Anna managed to say. Having spent so much time with her naked, he had experienced her scent in a subtle way often. He found it familiar and comforting. But the taste, the direct contact on his tongue, the profound intimacy with the woman he loved so deeply made for an impossibly intense experience. Hoping to not lose the momentum, he gently sucked the hard center of her pleasure between his lips, against his tongue, in and out, and in and out, at increasing speed. He felt her hips match his fast rhythm, pushing herself against him. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" Anna's head thrashed side to side as she was overwhelmed by sensation. Suddenly she cried out with a voice so deep he didn't recognize it. Everything seemed to get even wetter and then she pulled away from him and rolled over onto her side, hugging her knees and shuddering. Jake stared dumbfounded for a second before he realized what had happened. He scrambled up next to her on the couch and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. Every few seconds she would cry out again as her body convulsed. Together they rode the waves of her pleasure as the spasms repeated again, and again, each a bit less intense, until finally it was over. To be continued. By darrenr for Literotica

The Black Lincoln Collective Comedy Podcast: Episode #87 on PopCulturePros (or #172 for the day-one listeners)Title: The Fame You Don't WantWelcome to 2025, where The Black Lincoln Collective Podcast continues its proud tradition of barely preparing and definitely delivering. Same ridiculous humor, same chaotic energy—new year, same us.We're kicking things off with Parker's “angry soup” debacle—a cautionary tale about battling COVID, poor meal choices, and the dangers of eating while irrationally mad. From there, we take a deep (and very dumb) dive into the bizarre world of disease naming—because nothing says "legacy" like having a syndrome named after you. Badge of honor? Total nightmare? The debate rages on.Then, it's time for a moment of true greatness—we welcome a new inductee to the BLC Podcast Hall of Fame. This year's honoree? The one, the only Iron Sheik, a man whose wrestling legacy and unfiltered personality embody everything this podcast stands for. (Mostly yelling and nonsense.)But the surprises don't stop there! We're graced with an appearance from President Elon Musk—or at least a version of him that exists in our heads—as he outlines his definitely real presidential promises. (Spoiler: They're terrifying.)Next up, in "Don't Move Here News," we issue a serious warning about the realities of South Carolina living. Snowstorms? Check. Celebrity blunders? You bet. If you thought you knew the South, think again.And just when you thought it couldn't get weirder, we take an eyebrow-raising detour into a jaw-dropping world record—featuring a Japanese man's unbelievable performance at San Francisco's Masturbate-a-thon. Yep. That happened.To wrap things up, Fred and Allan tackle New Year's resolutions—or rather, their decision to skip them entirely—while introducing their revolutionary new approach to goal-setting: the Winter Arc™. What is it? Does it involve anime? Do they even know? Tune in to find out.So, start 2025 the right way—by wasting an hour with us. Press play on Episode #87, and let's get this year rolling with peak absurdity.

Satisfying each other, on a daily basis.Based on a post by sex4every1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or seaside girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper, which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price. As money was not an issue and because I didn't mind the prospect of a long-term renovation, I didn't need a lot of time to make up my mind. Although the place was an absolute dump, I insisted on moving in as soon as possible, before any of the repairs or modifications had even started.One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face; and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get; until he was right in front of the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?""I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied."Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch. “My name is Jill.”"Oh, hello, Jill. Well, I see; it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment."Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him."No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave."Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Jack and he was 44 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.He lived about half a mile away; and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife; Darla. His high school sweet heart; away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man.However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress; dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping; I decided to call him on it."Jack, Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous.""Don't worry about it, Jill." he smiled."Jack, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly."But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now."Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk. It has been my memorial tradition, to remember my departed wife, and find relieve from my grieving. It includes an activity of a more intimate nature.”"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment." to masturbate," he concluded.I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming."Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him."Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking.""I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next."I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Jack said as he was about to get up and leave."Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave."It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes; I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down."Why here?" I asked."There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot; and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Jack said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment."But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again; I'll find another spot.""You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought."Off course I do," Jack replied, "This part of the beach is yours now.""Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said."Are you serious?" he asked."Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled."That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked."Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of; it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled."And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon.""Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler."Besides." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!""Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond."Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day; sometimes more than once; that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual.""I; uhm." I stuttered, at a loss for words."Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker.""Uh, maybe a little bit." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear."Very good," Jack said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off. You know, the technic ought to be named after me!" He winked."Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants."Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.I'm hardly the one to feign moral disgust for self-pleasure. It repulses me to hear women demean men who jerk off. I usually observe uppity women and ‘church ladies' being more guilty of this hypocrisy."No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me; with his back towards me; and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but; naturally; my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Jack jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach; my beach, in front of my house!I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Jack. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday; and probably every day before that, for like forever; a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors.As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school-girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Jack once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner; telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt; that barely covered the panties; I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals; although I was still in denial about that.When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered; probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question; but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt; I don't know why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Jack quickly took off all of his clothes; sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear; before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed.He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits; without actually buttoning up again.As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?""You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house."Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch; where he had in the meantime taken a seat; I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.As I handed him his cup of tea, I asked; “Jack, did your wife like it when you talked dirty to her, while having sex?”He sheepishly grinned and finally said; “Fuck yeah, she loved it!”I sat in silence with him. Then I glanced at his cock, which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after; you know?""Oh, most of the time it does," Jack replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard; don't worry, it'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.A First Real Date."When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times; probably not too subtle; he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that.As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them.When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight."I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash.So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked; something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue; the center of my lust; and dropped to my knees.With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed; and slutty; for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Jack's tissue and cum; and my fingers; had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties; not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore.There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body; covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again.It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?""I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue."Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong."Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?""I guess I would," I replied, remarkably at ease with the whole situation.He slid off the chair onto his knees and started wanking, half of the time with his eyes closed, the other half looking at my tits and crotch. After a few minutes, he moaned and ejaculated into his free hand, which he held as a cup under the fat tip of his cock. When he was done, he reached into the chest pocket of his shirt; lying on the floor next to his chair; and took out a tissue, using it to scoop up all of the cum from his hand and cock."There you go," he said as he got up and handed me the tissue."Thanks," I whispered as I accepted it. Realizing there was no point in waiting for him to leave; he already knew I had eaten his cum and would do so again; I folded the tissue open and pressed the gooey part of it against my tongue. Feeling surprisingly little shame or embarrassment; probably because I was horny as fuck; I slid my free hand into my panties and started playing with myself right in front of him, while tasting his sticky, fresh goo. After consuming every speck of cum; and part of the tissue as well; I threw what was left of it on the table and forced myself to stop as I knew I would have difficulty climaxing in my current position.After gawking at me for a few more seconds, clearly aroused, Jack snapped out of it and said, "Well uh, same time tomorrow?"I nodded and smiled as we both felt like we'd gotten everything out of tonight we were comfortable with; for now. I sat up straight and sipped from my tea as he picked up his clothes and walked towards the stairs. Instead of heading down, he turned and asked, "I was wondering; if perhaps, I mean if you're not busy, if you would like to accompany me to the opera, this Saturday?"I smiled at the absurdity of the situation; he was nervously asking me out for a date, while he had just jacked off in front of me and had watched me eat his cum, while playing with myself."I would love to," I replied with a big smile."Wonderful," he smiled, "I'll pick you up, around seven?""Perfect. It's a date.""Okay, see you tomorrow," he said as he turned and left.Because of his invitation my lust had all but faded, so I put on a shirt and went to bed, wondering what my ex-husband would say if he knew I had a date on Saturday, with a man who had masturbated in front of me several times and who's cum I had eaten twice already. Although I had seen him completely naked, I realized that he still hadn't seen my pussy; I would have to remedy that inequality as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.The following day, I felt quite randy and particularly slutty all day long, probably because I had an itch that needed some serious scratching. I did my best to keep busy, while I anxiously counted down the hours to dusk.Naked, except for my white cotton panties, I awaited Jack's arrival. Not from behind the glass doors, but from right there on the porch this time. When he walked into view, I smiled as I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He waved as he approached the house and assumed his usual position in the sand, facing the house, and me. I leaned over the banister and watched him jerk that big cock for about a minute, when I suddenly recalled the last thought on mind the night before. I stood up straight and slowly started pushing my white panties down.I had barely exposed my bush when he loudly screamed, "Oh fuck!" and started convulsing wildly.Happy with the result I had gotten, I let go of my panties, leaving them exactly where they were; rolled up just underneath my bush; and waited for him to come up the stairs."Sorry I don't have a tissue for you this time," he joked, ogling my crotch as soon as it came into view."That's okay," I smiled as I noticed a residual bead of cum dangling from his cock; sticking out of his zipper. Without the slightest hesitation, I put down my cup of tea and said, "I'll get it straight from the source this time!"Before his brain could process what I had said, I reached out, grabbed his flaccid dong with one hand, gently squeezing it, and used the index and middle finger of my other hand to scoop up the cum from his cock head. Then, I ostentatiously stuck out my tongue and wiped his cum on it, swallowing it and then sucking my fingers for a moment. My god, I was acting like such a slut!He just stood there, gawking at me, even as I lowered my hands again and stepped back towards the table. As I sat down, amused by his bewildered facial expression, I realized the strange position of my panties again. But, since they weren't causing me any discomfort, I refused to pull them up or push them down. Truth be told, it felt kind of slutty leaving them like that. As soon as Jack snapped out of it, he; to my mild surprise; took off all of his clothes and sat down completely naked in his usual seat.After we had both sipped from our tea, he said; apparently emboldened by what I had just done, "You know, I've probably got another load in my balls; if you'd like I could shoot it straight into your mouth.""Thanks," I replied with a smile, "But I think I'll stick to tissues for now.""As you wish," he replied, sipping from his tea again."So, what are we seeing on Saturday?" I asked, changing to a lighter subject. After briefly discussing our upcoming date, the conversation progressed further into opera and other fine arts. Aside from the constant leering at each other's exposed genitals, it was actually quite an intellectual conversation. When we ran out of tea, I went inside to make us a fresh pot; still leaving my panties where they were. As I sat down and poured Jack another cup, he suddenly reached over and gently took my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and playing with it. My nipple became instantly hard and started radiating lust to the rest of my body. By the time I had poured myself another cup as well, Jack was already gently tugging it, driving me crazy and actually making me wet.Slowly his other hand moved towards my other tit and he started doing the same to that nipple, while continuing our conversation. Making sure I kept my tits and nipples within Jack's reach, I stuck my hand under the table as far as I could, feeling around for his no doubt swollen cock, but I couldn't locate it. As he realized what I was trying to do, he scooted forward on his chair, bringing his cock within my grasp. Although I could still only wrap my hand around half it, I figured it would get the job done just fine and so I started jacking him off with a solid, firm grip. We both started moaning during our ongoing conversation, but managed to keep it going nonetheless, although be it a little less focused than before. Realizing this wasn't the most ideal position for a handjob, Jack got up about a minute into my stroking and repositioned his chair right next to mine, sitting down and opening his legs wide, giving me unhindered access.Now able to stroke the whole length of his fat shaft, I was able to jerk him off much more comfortably than before. He, was able to cup my breasts and jiggle them as hard and as nasty as he saw fit. Although my legs were open wide and my pussy was still exposed, he made no attempt to touch me down there. I don't know if I would have stopped him or not, but I guess he felt like the time wasn't right yet. He did stare at my bush a lot and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand every time he did. When, after several minutes, he started visibly quivering on his chair, I knew he was going to cum. I quickly scooted to the edge of my seat, pulled my panties forward with my free hand; opening them up; and directed his purple cock straight at the center of them.His mouth fell open when he realized what I was going to do. He looked down in disbelief as I whacked the cum out of his balls into my panties. The fact that I kept on talking during his ejaculation only seemed to increase his pleasure. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his cock, got up and pulled my panties back up into their proper place. Then, with my crotch mere inches away from his face, I started pressing and massaging my drenched panties into my bush and pussy."Oh my god," Jack whispered.Completely free of any shame or hesitation, I closed my eyes and while the middle finger of my right hand started rubbing Jack's cum into my clit, my left hand started kneading my tits and playing with my nipples, making them hard as little rocks. I could actually feel his breath on me as he watched me squirm and writhe in sheer lust.Realizing I wasn't going to climax like this; and I wasn't quite ready to let him finger, let alone fuck me; I continued my perverted show while I weighed my options. After about twenty seconds, I'd made my decision. I turned and strolled into the house as I glanced back at him over my shoulder, encouraging him to follow me. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, to one of those fake fireplace programs. As Jack sauntered into the living room, I took off my drenched panties and started playing with myself tenderly; gently drawing circles on my moist clit, fondling my swollen nipples and caressing myself all over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust, ignoring the fact that Jack was right there in the room with me; I had never masturbated so openly in front of someone, not even my husband.I don't know how long I had been at it; possibly ten or fifteen minutes; when my body suddenly had had enough of the endless teasing and demanded some much needed relief. I gently stuck two fingers up my sodden twat and started fingering, filling the quiet room; except for my shallow breathing and the chirping noises of the fake fireplace; with lewd squishing noises. I was so primed for an orgasm that it didn't even take me a minute to reach my climax, and when I did, I made it last for minutes and minutes. I fingered myself deep and fast while continuing to stimulate my clit with my other hand, sending endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body. When plain fatigue eventually forced me to stop, I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices; some of it was dripping down the leather couch and was soaking the carpet right in front of it. I slumped, exhausted, against the back of the couch and moaned heavily as I enjoyed the lingering sensations of a superb orgasm.Sensing that this was his queue, Jack whispered, "I think I'd better be going."He was more than likely sporting another one of his massive boners, but I was too far gone to open my eyes, so I just whispered, "Ok, see you tomorrow.""Pick you up at seven?" he asked."Perfect," I smiled, realizing that tomorrow was Saturday; date night!It was the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep; on the couch; and the first thing when I opened my eyes the next morning. All morning, my sensitive genitals were a constant reminder of what I had done in front of; and because of; Jack. After a restful afternoon, I started preparing for our date around five and finished at about a quarter to seven. I was wearing a long, slimming black cocktail dress with black underwear and matching high heels. I paced up and down the living room; I couldn't believe how nervous I was!Seven o'clock sharp, he rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a smile, gave me a peck on the cheek and offered me a bouquet of twelve red roses. A little overwhelmed, I invited him in and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in some water."You really shouldn't have," I said, blushing and unable to hide a smile."My pleasure," he whispered as he patiently waited for me to finish tending to the flowers.When I was done and reached for my purse, he said, "I've got something else for you."To my amusement, he pulled a small, sealed, plastic bag out of his pants pocket, which contained a crumpled paper tissue; after opening the bag, he carefully pulled the tissue out using only two fingers and handed it to me."Prepared just for you, this afternoon," he smiled.My pussy involuntarily contracted and my initial smile turned to instant lust as I accepted the tissue, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Then, while looking at the dirty hankie; quickly locating his goo; I opened it and brought it up to my lips, where I loudly slurped his warm and gooey sperm out of it. After swallowing ostentatiously, I folded the tissue back to its former size and handed it back to Jack, who was looking at me with a perplexed grin."You're amazing," he stated, as he put the tissue back in the plastic bag and threw it on the table."You're just saying that because I am a slut who eats your cum on a daily basis," I chuckled, picking up my purse and walking towards the hallway."Good point," he replied as he followed me to the front door.He held the passenger's door open for me, like a true gentleman. After a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the opera, where I was surprised to learn that he had gotten us a private balcony box right next to the stage; the best seats in the house, so to speak. The play consisted of three acts, each lasting about forty-five minutes with two intermissions, each lasting about twenty minutes. Halfway through the second act, I noticed Jack getting restless, constantly looking at his watch and fidgeting in his chair. Realizing that his daily routine was probably the cause of this mild anxiety, I ignored it, figuring he would keep himself in check until we got back to my place. However, about ten minutes later, I suddenly noticed him unzipping his pants and taking out his shlong.As he started jacking it, I was torn between watching him or the stage, and ended up alternating between them. At the end of act two, I had expected Jack to storm off into the bathrooms to finish himself off, but instead he continued wanking during the whole of the intermission. We didn't speak; instead I just looked at him, pumping that big hard cock of his in his half-open fist.Twenty minutes later, when the lights dimmed again and act three was about to start, Jack; still masturbating; looked at me and asked, bluntly, "Could you sit like a slut?"I looked at him for a few seconds, before scooting towards the edge of my seat and reaching under my dress to take off my black panties. After throwing them onto the floor, I reclined in my chair and opened my legs wide, while pulling my dress up as high as it would go in my seated position, exposing my bare legs and my now unshielded pussy.Then, I slowly slid my shoulder straps down my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my rack, revealing my black bra. Without unclasping it, I pulled my bra up, exposing my naked tits. Neither of us spoke for at least a minute as I sat there like a complete slut with both my bush and my tits out on display. He just continued jacking off as he gawked at; and drooled over; my essentially naked body.Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of his seat and; using the cover of darkness; stood up, turned towards me and began spurting his thick, white cum onto my black cocktail dress, my naked tits and my bare legs. Because it was so dark, I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could feel big globs of his cock juice splattering against the thin fabric of my cocktail dress as well as my skin.I didn't say anything, nor made any effort to move out of the way; I just sat there, looking at the stage, passed him, as he emptied his balls on me. When he was done, he sat back down and seemed to be catching his breath for a minute or two. I took my cell phone out of my purse and used the light from its large display to illuminate sections of my body, and my clothes. It was incredible, no matter where l pointed my phone, there were ropes and beads of cum everywhere!"I can't go home like this," I whispered, staring down at myself. We both knew what I was going to do, so there was no point in dragging it out. Guided by the light of my phone in my right hand, I used my left index finger to scoop Jack's cum off my dress, bra, tits, legs, thighs and arms, bringing each serving of spunk to my mouth and swallowing it. It took several minutes of gobbling up his cum to make myself look presentable again.Well, except for the fact that I was still sitting like a cheap slut, off course, with my tits and bush out in the open. And they remained that way for the next thirty minutes, while Jack and I enjoyed the rest of the play. Only in the final seconds of the third act, did I rearrange my bra and dress; just in time, so I could join the rest of the audience in applauding. As the clapping died down and the lights came on again, I picked up my panties and stuffed them in my purse. Luckily, my cocktail dress was no worse for wear; whatever cum I hadn't consumed,apparently hadn't left any stains; so I was able to walk out of the opera house without causing a scene. We discussed the play in great detail during our walk back to the car and our drive home.Breaking the silence, I asked; “Do you like it when I play the slutty woman, Jack?”“Oh, fuck, yeah! My Darla played a great slut fantasy.”After walking me to my front door, Jack gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you tomorrow.""I'll be waiting," I whispered as I watched him walk back to his car and drive off.Epilogue.Perhaps, one day, if I get an itch deep in my cunt, I'll ask Jack to thoroughly scratch the hell out of it. Or perhaps he'll eventually get over the loss of his departed bride, and ask me to give his cock a warm, wet hug, in one of my orifices. But what we now have, is absolutely delightful, and even addicting.Based on a post by sex4every1 for Literotica.

Getting to our classes.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Getting to our classes was eased by us being late. My teacher declared me 'tardy' despite my protestations that my brother had just been taken to the hospital. A few of my Black classmates snickered over that. 'Alexander' was given a 'pass' by his far more understanding teacher. That teacher was one of the 'haters', but Mikhail figured that hospitalizing one of us had gone way overboard in that man's eyes.That wasn't the only sign that things had changed. Darius and his crowd were prepping for the next attack. The rest of the school; they sensed something terrible was on the horizon. Our lack of response was a warning sign all its own. We weren't cringing, blustering, or glowering. Vicky said we were the 'eye of the storm' and wanted in on whatever vengeance we had planned.We told her we didn't have one. At lunch, Taliyah was torn up at first because she thought that Darius and Rashaan had Alexander beaten up over her. They'd even taunted her about it between classes, warning that worse was in store for her and Brandy at lunch. Those two women had gotten a measure of revenge by changing the location of the Cheer Squads 'lunch meeting'/gangbang, then forgotten to inform the football team of the change of venue.Darius came looking shortly after the fact. The other eight members of the Cheer Squad looked perplexed. Had Brandy not humiliated him (by dissing his BBC), he might have not decided to assume the whole group was in on this policy of denial.‘Brandy, get your ass over here,' Darius seethed.‘Taliyah, you had best correct yourself,' Rashaan added. A few other players who pretended they were BF/GF with a cheerleader added to the commotion.‘No,' I stood up and confronted him. He was looking for something more. 'Alexander' took up a position on the far side of the cheerleaders. People were clearing out the space between the football team and us.‘Brandy,' Darius stressed his authority. She was wavering. Fortunately for us, Taliyah was not.‘Back off you Mother-fucker,' she screamed.‘Taliyah?' Rashaan mumbled.‘You really want to be on their side?' Darius' eyes narrowed.‘I want to kick you and your fellow cowards' asses,' she seethed. Darius shot Rashaan a mocking glance, shaming him. His 'woman' was getting mouthy.‘Taliyah,' Rashaan asserted himself. ‘You are asking for a world of trouble.'‘What?' she spat back. ‘How many bruthas are you going to bring when you try to shut me up; cause I know you aren't man enough to do it yourself.'‘Bitch,' he stepped forward. I tried to move to her, Darius interposed himself. Mikhail had three guys on his flank so any move he made would put him in a nest of trouble.Rashaan grabbed her arm. My past twenty-four hours around that girl taught me that was a mistake. I didn't know if Rashaan was slower than Mikhail, or just caught off guard. Her slap resonated across the cafeteria. Before he could respond, she put a knee into his crotch, doubling him over. Multiply guys winced at the power of that nutting. Rashaan hissed like a punctured balloon and slowly slumped to the ground.Darius decided that was the indicator for the final showdown and settling of accounts. Kaelyne kicking a chair into his path was unexpected by both of us. Darius was far quicker on his feet than Rashaan. He was able to jump back before he could get clipped. The mob was so dependent on Darius for leadership that they froze up when his charge was truncated. Kaelyne had saved a whole lot of people a whole lot of pain.‘I'm done with you,' Taliyah sneered. ‘If you had wanted to be a real man, you would have fought Mikhail one on one, not like a pack of chicken shit jocks.' There was another hush and a 'no she didn't'.‘Brandy, get the fuck over here,' Darius glowered.‘I'm; I'm with Taliyah,' her voice wavered. ‘What you did was wrong. I thought you would be more of a man about this.'‘You'll pay for that,' he promised.‘Shut up. You are done. Brandy is with me now,' I challenged him. ‘I once offered you the opportunity to settle this like a man. You declined and now the whole school sees you for what you really are, a big, Black narcissist who doesn't care about anyone, but yourself.'There was a third pause in the murmuring.‘I don't think the football team knows what a narcissist is?' Kaelyne said in a low voice. Brandy let out a hysterical giggle.‘Samsonov!' the coach bellowed from across the room.‘Which one of us?' 'Alexander' shot back.‘Both of you,' he growled.‘No,' we said in unison.‘What?' he blustered. We were screwed no matter what we did.‘I need them to move some things in my class,' Ms. Blanchard spoke up from behind him. Alexander, the real Alexander, would have been so proud.‘Get some other boys,' Coach spun on her. She began to wilt.‘Coach Thomas,' a voice behind Ms. Blanchard emoted softly, ‘you are getting on my last damn nerve.'‘This ain't your school, Fonteneau,' he turned on Mom.‘My boy says you were one of the people that beat him up. I'm here to let the Principal know. On a personal level, I'm suing you and the school for what happened.'‘I didn't do nothing,' he groused.‘Funny, the only one who claims to have witnessed my son's beating is my son,' she purred like a Mamma Tiger stalking her prey. ‘I may be a Samsonov now, but I still have all that Fonteneau fortune to fight that court battle with. One more mishap for my other two boys, I'm going to have the best law firm in Little Rock crawl so far up your rectum that they know what you are going to eat before you bite into it.'‘I'm not afraid of you,' he puffed himself up.‘Really? None of these cases will take place in Davis County, Tobias (the coach). The previous school principal assaulted me, I have three sworn complaints against the Kingston PD filed with the Arkansas State Police, and a lawsuit pending against this school and the school board. A change of jurisdiction is a given. I'll be dragging you down to Little Rock to settle this mess.'‘You are lying,' he gulped.‘Test me,' Mom sizzled. I still couldn't see her over the crowd, but I knew those steely eyes were boring thru his soul. He might not have been guilty of beating up Alexander yet he was guilty of so much more that he was already rotten to the core. Everyone knew he had given his tacit approval for the beating of a student theoretically under his care.As an educator, he was sworn to better the lives of his charges, not use them for his own aggrandizement. No matter how entitled he felt he was, he knew the outside world wouldn't see it that way. Worse, he knew, deep down, he could have done so much better for his students. Sportsmanship, grades and fraternity were all his to dispense. Instead;‘Darius,' Coach Thomas called out. ‘You and I need to have a chat.'Darius turned his back on me and walked over to the Coach. Undoubtedly they were going to have a planning session. Alexander's fall had turned out to be a mixed blessing. Now the Sheriff's department had their eye on the place. Big Bob himself was chatting with the Principal and was inviting the man over for dinner. Big Bob was getting involved. It would take a few weeks before it became 'race-based harassment.‘Vlad,' Brandy hugged my left arm tightly. ‘Prince, how bad is this going to be?'That was unlooked for by multiple people. Two linemen retrieved Rashaan before the team made their departure.‘Brandy, take care of the Cheer Squad. If the team gets their hands on them, there is going to be some serious suffering. I'll be okay,' I smiled down at her.Taliyah gave me a thumbs-up before joining with Brandy. Mikhail told me later that she gave him a wink. After all, she knew that it was Alexander in the hospital, not her 'man' yet she had played her outrage so well. I'd almost been convinced. I was sure she'd made an impression on Rashaan; and Darius. They rounded up the Cheer Squad and the arguments and accusations began. The majority of their squad-mates didn't mind being BBC cum-sluts. That Taliyah and Brandy had broken the spell was seemingly impossible for them to grasp.As it turned out, with Taliyah giving Brandy some spine, Brandy was able to work her charismatic magic on the others to make them agree to a new program. Lunch 'workouts' were a thing of the past, as were after-scrimmage play times. From this point forward, the girls would be driving themselves to and from away-games, no more communal bus rides. To stress their point, Taliyah only had to point at Mikhail/Alexander's beating to show them how out of hand things had gotten.Darius' opening offensive had backfired in more than one way. I was sure he only saw this rebellion as a temporary thing he could soon correct. After all, he had blackmail material, his dominant mystique and his super-impressive BBC that would bring any woman to heel. His only concern was how much hell to put Brandy through before he disposed of her in one colossal gang-bang then dumping her mind-broken slut body on Big Bob's stoop. It was the 'asshole' thing to do.The rest of the day was still torturous. I developed several bruises and scrapes. Darius was still going with his full-court press to wear us down to the point we lashed out; suddenly there would be dozens of witnesses to our infraction. To add to our problems, Kaelyne also became a target of their aggression. I was as surprised as anyone when I learned she had been sent to the Vice Principal's office.Some muttonhead had grabbed her tit in the hallway between classes. She stabbed him in the face with a metal mechanical pencil while screaming 'rape' at the top of her lungs. This was not the 'Bad Ole Days'. Big Bob was keeping his eyes on the place and Principal Jean-Georges wasn't that 'Fat Old Bastard'. The 'assailant' had six inches and a hundred pounds on Kaelyne so the idea that she randomly attacked him was ludicrous.From what I heard, Big Bob was in a downright arctic mood too. Only later did Mom tell me she'd shown him the video of that first night at the lake; bukkake Brandy, Clarence getting some, and the general degradation handed out. Big Bob turned out to be Nothing like my Dad. Mom had to hold him back from going all 'redneck' on Darius and his crew. What did she offer?Revenge; at the hands of the Samsonov's. Dad could never find out. Big Bob was okay with that, bending the law to the point of breaking, covering up a crime and inventing evidence as needed to make sure that the crime would go unsolved, all those evils were absolved by the wickedness visited upon his daughter. Even then Mom had to promise an epic ass-whooping to keep him in line. 'How soon?' he had asked. Mom asked him if 'Alexander', Taliyah, Brandy and I could spend the night at his place Friday night after the game.‘No problem,' he grinned savagely.That afternoon we had to set some of Ms. Blanchard's students straight about how the wrong Samsonov had been beaten up and how Ms. Blanchard had a permanent escort to and from school for the foreseeable future. I had to admit, beating the crap out of the five of them felt good. Mikhail was positively euphoric. Big Bob had a reliable deputy hanging around the football team after school so that the Cheer Squad could go and come unmolested.Friday was more of the same, running the gauntlet between classes, dealing with collateral damage, Kaelyne was beaten up by some Black girls in the restroom, Vicky got more of the same when she tried to rescue her, and general crap at lunch. After lunch we were expecting a last, major push, some effort to remove us from the picture before the football game, leaving Brandy and Taliyah vulnerable far from home.It didn't work out that way. As lunch ended, the Brothers Samsonov, Kaelyne, (Vicky simply cut class) and the cheerleaders were all requested in the Principal's office. From there we were handed off to my Mom's tender loving care. See, she'd rented two luxurious vans for the team to be taken to the game, but we had to leave early to pick them up. Darius had fucked with the wrong Samsonov alright. Mom was a freaking psychic, or a satanic prophet.The game was the standard beat down. We won 30-14. Dad, currently off-duty, helped Mom shepherd the now horny cheerleaders off the field after the final play. I caught Darius glaring hate my way. He was counting on our inevitable defeat. What happened instead was indeed inevitable. Rattlesnakes that bit Mom, died. Killer whales turned away out of common courtesy shown to apex predators. Ten minutes alone in a room with my Mom had hardcore 'Lifers' calling their Mommas begging forgiveness; and I was assured that Theo was even scarier.After the game, we drove all the cheerleaders home, deposited the vans at our house, then Brandy, Taliyah, Mikhail and us went over to Big Bob's house. The girls grew sleepy, so Taliyah called her mother and told her she was spending the night at Brandy's. She didn't mention us being there. It was okay. The girls and Big Bob nodded off soon enough. Ground up sleeping pills in their drinks will do that.At nine o'clock, I woke up Big Bob from his recliner and suggested he go to bed. After he left, I erased the pre-recorded TiVo he'd unwittingly been watching, changed the clocks back to the real time, midnight, and then joined Mikhail on floor of Brandy's bedroom.‘Did you cut Big Bob's phone back on?' he asked. With the scope of the disaster we had enacted, he was bound to be called in.‘Yeah. Alibi established,' I yawned.My post-combat adrenaline rush was still keeping me awake. Twenty-three minutes later, Big Bob knocked on the door before coming in.‘Daddy?' Brandy rose up on her elbow and rubbed her eyes.‘Just checking up on you,' he scanned the room. ‘Taliyah, boys; ‘‘Is there a problem?' Brandy pouted.‘It seems there was a big fight at school and some boys got really hurt,' he shot Mikhail and me a curious look.‘Sorry we missed it,' Mikhail snorted.‘Vladimir, step outside and talk to me a second,' Big Bob motioned. I complied. It seemed prudent at the time. Once in the hall, he shut the door.‘This didn't have anything to do with you, or your brother, did it?'‘What happened when?' I tilted my head. Big Bob chuckled.‘Roughly nine o'clock tonight,' he grinned.‘As I recall, I went downstairs for a soda around nine, saw you asleep in your chair and suggested you go to bed,' I kept a straight face.‘I would have helped,' he whispered.‘With what, Sir?' I wondered. He looked at me steadily. Dad would have known something was up, seeking the truth was in his genetics. Big Bob; was as a diligent public servant who wove the delicate balance between law and order versus what was best for the public welfare. He just nodded, gave another chuckle then left.Over breakfast the next morning, Big Bob gave us the 411 on what had happened. Between nine o'clock and nine-ten last night, Darius and six other football players had been drinking in the parking lot after the bus ride back to school when two (maybe three) armed and armored assailants ambushed them. The attackers had been wielding big sticks/staves and proceeded to beat the seven students into unconsciousness.Darius had gotten the worst of it. Both of his knees were shattered. He was already being transferred from Davis Memorial Hospital to the one attached to the University of Arkansas Sports Medicine program. Even with that, the doctor at the hospital worried that the young athlete would ever walk again, much less run. Any hope of a career in football was gone. Even if he made a full recovery, it would take years. By that time; a college scholarship followed by some time in the NFL was a distant, impossible dream.My brother and I were immediate suspects except we had three witnesses to say we were otherwise occupied. The key one was Sheriff Big Bob Carson's himself. He recalled the time as well as what was on TV when I woke him up.Who else could it have been? Darius and the rest of Davis High's football team had spent all last season and the start of this season building up a huge roster of teams who hated their guts. Enough to hurt them? Darius' buddies had sidelined a fair number of student-athletes in their time. It could be drug related too. Darius' big brother was a known local drug figure.A peculiar aspect of the crime was that the security cameras around the crime scene had been knocked out with an air rifle while we were all at the game out of town, I had no idea that Kaelyne was that good a shot. There was no video evidence of the crime and, unless you believed in a massive conspiracy, it pretty much cleared the Samsonov's (Dad had been with us at the game and 'Mikhail' had been in the hospital; where people unknown/Darius had put him).Mom's alibi didn't start until she was seen by my Dad around 9:45 that night. She'd gone to visit 'Mikhail' at the hospital (he would be coming home this morning) then gone for a walk on the property. The Kingston PD had launched a raid on the house despite the crime not happening in their jurisdiction. They did illegally cross into county land, yet didn't find any incriminating evidence. Phineas Cobb the third had taken care of that for her.A five person (me, Mikhail, Mom, Kaelyne and Mr. Cobb) conspiracy had given Darius far more retribution than he could have possibly considered. Mom had insisted that we destroy his legs, thus ending his most potent weapon in the BBC arsenal, his status as a sports star. His dominant shadow would no longer cast itself on the halls of our school.Had he not put Alexander in the hospital;But he did. Threatening my brother's life had cost him his future. The most insidious part of Mom's plan was that whatever the Black community of Kingston thought, they would never be sure it was the Samsonov's behind it. We had never verbally threatened anybody over what happened to 'Mikhail/Alexander'.To believe we did it was to accept we had some sort of serious grievance. We did. Everyone knew we did yet they had denied the crime when it happened and were now trapped in that denial. In the investigation of the beating, the name 'Darius' had never come up. In fact, 'Mikhail/Alexander' hadn't named anyone, not even the coach. Mom had bluffed about that.Publically, if we had any issues to work out, it would have been with the coach and he was just fine, not a scratch on him.None of that stopped the Kingston PD from stepping up the pressure on the Samsonovs. It didn't stop the Mayor from calling in the State Police to take over the investigation. We weren't sure on what grounds it was being requested. After all, her talk with me about Darius had happened under circumstances she definitely didn't want to make public. Dad wasn't part of either investigation. Big Bob being our alibi didn't automatically exclude him.The outside investigators came by Bob's on Sunday to talk with him about it and he'd agreed on a concurrent investigation. The biggest question for the men (women actually) from Little Rock was why did anyone think it was 'Alexander' and I. What was our motive? Brandy had dumped Darius to be with me, so why would I want to punish him over that fact? Brandy hadn't been publically, or privately, threatened by him.'Alexander' and I? We Samsonov boys were good kids, making good grades with no recorded history of violence of any kind, neither in Arkansas, or Alaska. I hadn't liked Darius, but that hardly made me, or 'Alexander', unique. Most of the White student body hated his guts, after the fact. The showdown last Thursday? The only one who committed violence was the mayor's daughter on her former boyfriend; who wasn't among those hospitalized.Rashaan had been saved punishment because his teammates so shamed on the bus ride back to Davis High. he'd left early. Had he been wise, he would have thanked Taliyah for that accident of fate. On the plus side for that cocksucker, he was now the head of the football team as well as its star player.The two showdowns in Ms. Blanchard's class? Those students would have to explain why it had happened, thus what they had been up to over the past few years. That was sexual assault, rape and blackmail and taking that wrap to avenge Darius wasn't in them. The beating up of the kids around Shaquille? Precisely what had those seven been up to jumping our basketball teammate anyway?The carnage on the basketball court? That would imply one of the player confessing to stomping on Kaja. Both the team and the Assistant Coach were opposed to that exposure. No, it was the very erosion of trust that infected the BBC culture. Darius had gone from the Crown Prince to a 'what might have been' overnight. His former cronies felt zero loyalty to him anymore. Darius Pope had lost his luster. He was yesterday's news in the high school halls.At this point in the inquiry had the Kingston elders admitted to the outsiders Darius was a scumbag, abusing women and men for his own selfish ends, a blackmailer and bully, the investigation might have gained traction. But they didn't. He was their flawless native son, utterly without fault. That led the investigation away from us. It turned out that other teams Did have a motive for hurting the football team in general, not just Darius. The coach had to admit to that, there was video evidence of his team's barbaric behavior.The whole team were bastards on the field, half a dozen opposing coaches claimed as much and were vocally happy that such misfortune had befallen the evildoers of Davis High, karmic payback for their unsportsmanlike behavior. Did they know who the two (or three) 'agents of karma' had been? No idea. By that time, we had other worries. When the weekend was over it would be time to return to school, for all five of us.{Not like any other Monday}Monday, school life was adrift in the chaos left by Darius' abrupt departure. There was no clear successor, yet there were several contenders eager for the spot. None of them were White, but considering the school's racial makeup, it wasn't too surprising. There was also a sullen resentment against us, tempered by fear. It didn't take a first place winner at a school science fair for the students to figure out what had really happened.Darius had put Alexander/Mikhail in the hospital and now he and six of his closest confederates were in various states of serious disrepair. Everyone knew that Darius wasn't going to be carrying any footballs this season, or maybe ever again. He had crossed the unspoken line between harassment and serious damage. Sure, the Black student body had participated in those punches, pokes and slurs.Punishing 'Mikhail' had initially appeared to be justified; I had purloined Brandy and had gotten what I deserved for daring to dare. It had never occurred to anyone the meaner dogs in the fight weren't Darius Pope and his boys. Clearly, Darius had raised the level of 'acceptable' violence and they had blindly accepted his choice.Monday morning, Darius was no longer among them and the whole school society was experiencing 'continental drift'. Even teachers were uncertain what to make of us. Only Ms. Blanchard looked openly relieved that today was no longer more of the same. We found that out right before we had another school communion under the tutelage of Principal Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges.It was another exposition of what was wrong with this world and how he could fix it. The African-American Male Stereotype (aka the Football Team) had begotten violence from the entrenched White Establishment (even though there were no suspects, white or black, charged in the incident) in a never-ending cycle of brutality and suffering. The world would soon see the advent of the Brown Man ending the tyranny of White European cultural imperialism; not thru conflict, but thru the colored people's inherent spiritual superiority. Huh?‘I think we po' White folk done been insulted,' Vicky whispered to our small group. She had spunk. She was also Kaelyne's best friend, which would be of more importance later today.‘Why doesn't he rail against patriarchal tyranny?' Kaelyne added.‘Because he's a man?' I offered.‘Exactly,' she hissed.‘If there is so much White tyranny going on,' Alexander coughed, ‘why am I in so much pain?'‘Because you don't know how to dodge, you knucklehead,' Mikhail smirked. Dr. Pierre let his imperious gaze fall upon us, so we quieted. The rest was more of the same. We were idiots for solving problems with our fists and cocks; blah, blah, blah. What were we supposed to be? Men with pussies? The Student Body was left largely in the dark about our fates, though it did take him an hour to lead us there.Shaquille was at our lunch table once more, as was his girlfriend, Monique, and our teammate Kaja. That was comforting in more ways than one. Whatever had happened, they weren't ashamed, or afraid, to be seen with us. They didn't ask, so we didn't have to lie. We talked about upcoming tests, basketball practice and perhaps doing something this weekend. It was almost as if we were living in the 'new' normal.A few cheerleaders slipped away from Brandy and Taliyah that day. It wasn't like the BBC had lost its magic. Addicts remained addicts, that cock was too good to pass up and once a girl had the taste; they couldn't turn it down when offered. Mom's answer was a fuck-fest; which was an idea we three boys balked at. That was when Mom had her first glimpse that Mikhail had a problem of the heart.Only after she had pulled me aside for a chat/interrogation did she realize her own stupid mistake. Yes, Mom confessed to making an error in judgement. She'd realized that Taliyah was wild-spirited while not taking into consideration was exactly the type of woman my brother needed. That is what she said, 'needed'. That was so scary that I contemplated going behind Mom's back to warn Mikhail, almost.I had been a good boy Friday night and criminal goings on had kept us apart Saturday and Sunday, so by Monday, Brandy was about to bust a gut. Taliyah had her own bonfire burning behind her eyes, even while she exhibited more self-control. Kaelyne and Vicky staying after school, trying to weasel in a ride, was a bit unlooked for.‘I thought we could hang out together,' Kaelyne beamed. Vicky was not-so secretly amused. I repeat; she and Kaelyne were best friends.‘No!' snapped Brandy. Everyone was looking at her. ‘I mean, we really need to do some studying. Really bad; ‘‘I can help,' Kaelyne refused to be dissuaded.‘Not with this, you can't,' I muttered to myself. But I couldn't come up with a viable excuse to deny her, considering her rallying to our cause last week. ‘Sure,' I said in a louder voice. Brandy shot me a desperate visual appeal.‘Taliyah, are you and Brandy still planning to spend the night to help us with that project?' Mikhail intervened.‘Well; maybe,' Taliyah smirked. ‘Brandy?'‘Hell yes,' she glared at Kaelyne.‘Then we are all agreed,' Kaelyne grinned. Off we went, packed in like sardines. Alexander had gone home with Ms. Blanchard. That still left us with Brandy, Taliyah, Kaja, Mikhail, Kaelyne, Vicky and me in a four person Shelby Mustang.I dropped Kaja off first, as always. The trip home was more suspenseful than eventful. Victoria was unashamedly upbeat while Kaelyne was terribly high-strung. How she could miss the romantic situation between Brandy and I was a mystery. Only after homework, when we were getting ready for our workout and Mom got home, did any of it make sense. Instead of appearing as the majesty she normally projected to outsiders, she sneaked up on us all. She really was the Wicked Witch of the Ozarks! She must have been standing there for five minutes before she made her presence known by noisily clearing her throat.‘Brandy,' Mom stated with authority.‘Yes Ma'am,' she meekly responded.‘It is good to see you today. You too, Ms. Malik. Kaelyne and Victoria, it is nice to see you coming over as well. I hope my sons are making you feel welcome.'‘Hello,' Victoria and Kaelyne chorused. Taliyah settled for a wave.‘Kaelyne,' Mom nodded, ‘why don't you come with me and get some drink for the company?'‘Me?'‘Unless you know of another girl in the county named Kaelyne?' Mom mused.Brandy was relieved she wasn't the one being led away. She was still jittery.‘She doesn't look all that scary,' Vicky said in a low voice.‘Wait until she threatens you with physical violence,' Taliyah snorted.‘My Mom says she's psychotic. She cracked up years ago, along with her twin brother, Thomas, and they had to leave town,' Victoria informed us.‘It is Theo,' Alexander corrected her. ‘Her brother is called Theo, and from what I've been told, it was Kingston that drove her out.'‘What happened?' she pressed.‘Their Uncle Theo put my Uncle Leon into a coma he hasn't woken up from,' Taliyah grumbled. ‘This whole family is nuts.'‘You will pay for that,' Mikhail leered.‘Hardly,' she leered right back.‘Am I missing something?' Vicky looked to Alexander.‘He's always picks on her and she always slaps him,' Alexander shrugged. ‘Make of that what you will.'‘Don't you have some place you need to be, geek?' Taliyah menaced Victoria.‘No. Homework is done and I don't normally eat dinner until eight,' she answered blithely.‘Alexander, why don't you drive Vicky and Kaelyne home?' Brandy asked.‘Because he's convalescing,' Mikhail chortled.{Meanwhile, in the kitchen}‘So,' Mom said, ‘how long have you known you are a lesbian?'‘Wha, what?' Kaelyne stammered. ‘I'm not; ‘‘Me and my family don't mind, Kaelyne,' Mom smiled. ‘We aren't going to 'out' you, or going to stop liking you. I asked a simple question and expect an honest answer. Homosexuality is fine; lying is a deadly sin.'‘Umm; ah; a while.'‘See, that wasn't so hard. You like Taliyah, don't you?'‘I; uh; what makes; I; ‘‘Kaelyne, I trust you implicitly and would never steer you wrong. If you want to get close to Taliyah, all you need to do is ask Vlad. He likes you and considers you a friend,' Mom explained. ‘He's not going to hold asking him against you.'‘What about Mikhail? Aren't they; ‘‘Since you don't seem to have figured it out yet, let me tell you, Mikhail is difficult and not terribly helpful in matters of the heart,' Gayle chucked. ‘Vlad is the reasonable one, Taliyah likes him and he can use Brandy as a buffer.'‘What about what Taliyah wants?' Kaelyne protested.‘Do you care?'‘Yes; yes, I want her to be happy.'‘Good for you. I'm glad you've befriended my boys. That's a very brave thing to do and I appreciate it.'‘You are welcome.'‘So, ask him,' Mom finished getting out enough bottled water for the group of us.‘I don't want to put Vlad in a bind,' Kaelyne protested.‘Listen Kaelyne, losers moan about what they should have done. Winners risk and, win or lose, don't regret trying,' Mom lectured. ‘Do you want to graduate and leave this burgh wondering what might have been?'‘I; what happens if; it could be a disaster,' Kaelyne mumbled.‘You may not have a better chance than right now. Pull Vlad aside and open up to him. I guarantee things won't be any worse.'‘Okay. I'll think about it,' Kaelyne moped.‘Fair enough,' Mom shrugged. ‘With all this estrogen in the air, I feel like getting naked.'‘What?' Kaelyne gasped. Yep, Dad was in for a busy night. They came back in silence.{Outside once more}The rest of the workout went as planned. We finished with a wrestling bout between Mikhail and me. Taliyah and Brandy cheered me on so Vicky decided to speak up for my younger brother. I won two out of three falls after some serious effort only to have Alexander critique our efforts after the fact. Mom had come and gone. Kaelyne was pensive.‘Shower time,' Mikhail groaned.‘Finally,' Brandy sounded exasperated.‘Vlad, can I talk to you for a moment?' Kaelyne mumbled. Brandy stomped her foot in frustration when I complied.‘Yes?' I said after I'd pulled her aside.‘You and Brandy are; ‘‘What? Having sex?' I suggested.‘In love,' she looked down at her feet.‘Why would you want to know?'‘No reason,' she lied.‘We are into one another, not making wedding plans,' I patted Kaelyne on the shoulder. ‘It is sex. I'd like to think it is good sex. Is there a problem? Is his about us, you and me?' She shook her head. ‘I really like you,' I continued, ‘I don't want to think I've been leading you along.'‘That's not it,' she whispered.‘What is it then?'‘I like Taliyah,' she blurted out. The fear of humiliation in her eyes was palatable to me.‘Like as in you would like to spend time with her, like?' I asked. She remained staring at me, terribly hopeless. ‘Oh; you really like her. Oh, okay. Do you want to me to ask her how she feels about you?'‘I; I don't know,' she wailed. ‘The school isn't exactly 'gay-friendly'.'‘Do you believe that I'm your friend?'‘Yes.'‘Then don't worry. I've got this covered,' I assured her. Kaelyne took a deep breath, slowly let it out then hugged me. I could feel Brandy's lust-fueled anger being sent Kaelyne's way. I gave my buddy a comforting pat on the back.‘Brandy, can I talk to you a moment?' I said as I walked over to her. She was very uncertain and confused, so I kissed her. She burned me up with her full-body press in response.‘What is it?' she worried.‘You make me so happy. I don't think I tell you that enough.'I could feel Brandy's body relaxing against min

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Satisfying each other, on a daily basis.Based on a post by sex4every1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or seaside girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper, which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price. As money was not an issue and because I didn't mind the prospect of a long-term renovation, I didn't need a lot of time to make up my mind. Although the place was an absolute dump, I insisted on moving in as soon as possible, before any of the repairs or modifications had even started.One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face; and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get; until he was right in front of the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?""I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied."Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch. “My name is Jill.”"Oh, hello, Jill. Well, I see; it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment."Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him."No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave."Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Jack and he was 44 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.He lived about half a mile away; and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife; Darla. His high school sweet heart; away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man.However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress; dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping; I decided to call him on it."Jack, Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous.""Don't worry about it, Jill." he smiled."Jack, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly."But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now."Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk. It has been my memorial tradition, to remember my departed wife, and find relieve from my grieving. It includes an activity of a more intimate nature.”"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment." to masturbate," he concluded.I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming."Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him."Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking.""I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next."I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Jack said as he was about to get up and leave."Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave."It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes; I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down."Why here?" I asked."There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot; and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Jack said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment."But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again; I'll find another spot.""You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought."Off course I do," Jack replied, "This part of the beach is yours now.""Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said."Are you serious?" he asked."Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled."That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked."Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of; it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled."And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon.""Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler."Besides." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!""Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond."Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day; sometimes more than once; that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual.""I; uhm." I stuttered, at a loss for words."Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker.""Uh, maybe a little bit." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear."Very good," Jack said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off. You know, the technic ought to be named after me!" He winked."Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants."Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.I'm hardly the one to feign moral disgust for self-pleasure. It repulses me to hear women demean men who jerk off. I usually observe uppity women and ‘church ladies' being more guilty of this hypocrisy."No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me; with his back towards me; and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but; naturally; my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Jack jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach; my beach, in front of my house!I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Jack. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday; and probably every day before that, for like forever; a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors.As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school-girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Jack once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner; telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt; that barely covered the panties; I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals; although I was still in denial about that.When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered; probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question; but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt; I don't know why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Jack quickly took off all of his clothes; sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear; before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed.He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits; without actually buttoning up again.As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?""You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house."Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch; where he had in the meantime taken a seat; I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.As I handed him his cup of tea, I asked; “Jack, did your wife like it when you talked dirty to her, while having sex?”He sheepishly grinned and finally said; “Fuck yeah, she loved it!”I sat in silence with him. Then I glanced at his cock, which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after; you know?""Oh, most of the time it does," Jack replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard; don't worry, it'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.A First Real Date."When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times; probably not too subtle; he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that.As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them.When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight."I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash.So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked; something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue; the center of my lust; and dropped to my knees.With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed; and slutty; for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Jack's tissue and cum; and my fingers; had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties; not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore.There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body; covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again.It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?""I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue."Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong."Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?""I guess I would," I replied, re

We're ALL about addressing the taboos here at DYMC. Today, we tackle a sensitive but important question submitted by a listener: "Is it wrong for my husband to masturbate to photos of me?” Thank you for submitting this question! Let's break down the complexities surrounding this issue and address the impact of secrecy on intimacy in marriage. Secrets can create barriers, and nothing should be done behind closed doors. We also explore how what's okay for some couples might not be for others, particularly when past experiences with pornography come into play. Resources: Freedom in the Bedroom episode: Click here The EROS Marriage Weekend is 2 WEEKS AWAY! Secure your spot today! ♥️ https://www.dearyoungmarriedcouple.com/eros Card Deck to talk about your values around SEX https://amzn.to/3ZW7zxb Stay in Conversation with Us  IG: @dearyoungmarriedcouple  Website: https://www.dearyoungmarriedcouple.com Email: hello@dearyoungmarriedcouple.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In this engaging episode of the Dad Tired podcast, Jerrad Lopes sits down with guest Chris Hilken to tackle thought-provoking questions submitted anonymously by listeners. From biblical interpretations to everyday dilemmas, no topic is off-limits. Whether you're curious about Cain and Abel's wives, the age of the Earth, or navigating personal and spiritual boundaries, this episode is packed with insightful answers and honest reflections. Episode Highlights: (00:01:15) IntroductionJerrad introduces the episode's format, reminding listeners they can submit questions anonymously at dadtired.com/question. (00:30:65) Where Did Cain and Abel's Wives Come From?Chris delves into early biblical history, addressing the reality of incest in humanity's beginnings and how God's laws evolved to forbid it. (02:39:07) Why Did People Live Such Long Lives in the Bible?Chris explores theories about human longevity in the Bible, including the protective firmament over the Earth and the wisdom behind God limiting human life to 120 years. (05:23:84) Does the Bible Mention Dinosaurs?A lively discussion about the existence of dinosaurs, their potential connection to the flood, and how some theologians interpret biblical creatures like Leviathan. (07:52:40) How Old Is the Earth?Chris explains the gap theory, suggesting the Earth is billions of years old while the Genesis creation account details a younger Earth made habitable by God. (10:43:51) Is It Okay to Masturbate to Photos of Your Wife?Tackling a sensitive topic, Chris offers a nuanced take, emphasizing the importance of caution, personal conviction, and staying aligned with biblical principles. (14:12:11) Jehovah's Witnesses vs. Evangelical ChristianityThe core difference centers around the deity of Christ. Chris explains how Jehovah's Witnesses view Jesus as subordinate to God, while evangelical Christians worship Him as God. (15:58:15) Why Did God Create the Devil?Chris unpacks the theological reasoning behind God's allowance of free creatures to rebel, pointing out that God's glory is magnified through human choices. (17:41:31) The Shroud of Turin - Is It Real?Chris shares his belief in the authenticity of the Shroud of Turin, diving into the evidence and explaining why some people dismiss it while he finds it compelling. (22:27:38) ConclusionJerrad wraps up the episode by encouraging listeners to submit more questions and teasing future episodes. Call to Action:Submit your anonymous questions for the next Q&A episode at dadtired.com/question. We'd love to hear from you! Be sure to tune in next week for more insights, laughter, and challenges as Jerrad and Chris tackle the topics that matter to dads, husbands, and followers of Jesus. Subscribe and Follow: Website: DadTired.com Instagram: @dad.tired

Rachel and Eddie talk grocery shopping, pleasure,toys, sending dirty texts to the wrong person,and So much more!!Don'r forget to send us your questions for future episodes.

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Is Sex one of your favorite ways to meet people? Sultry midwest feminist and sex-positive realtor Sara Lederach is a mother and wife who had squished herself small to serve others, but everything changes when she opens up her failing marriage, gets on Tinder, and meets the love of her life, Chuck. So when Sara reveals that she has fully functional diphallia, he rewards her bravery with the ultimate in fantasy fulfillment: a custom DP. Because isn't that what love is, really?   Song: ‘Believe in Yourself' (Shirley Gnome)   About the Storyteller:   Long time Bawdy listener, first time Bawdy story submitter Sara Lederach is an artist, mama and realtor based in Nashville, TN. Sara is a big fan of creatively designed lives, which she feels plays into the spaces we live in and the way we relate to one another. In her free time you can find her hiking, sequestered in her studio with piles of fabric, or digging through dead people's things at estate sales. Being a sex-positive realtor is Sara's of my greatest delights; her first couple of transactions originated in that space. Sara is your go-to if you need exposed beams for suspension play or if you just need more space because your polycule is changing.   Uterine Didelphys l Double Penetration l Threesome l Fantasy l Open Relationship l Hotel Room l Septum l 2 Vaginas l Google Spreadsheet l Abortion l Bang l Filet O'Fish l Menstrual Blood l Blindfold l Country Music l Musician l Favorite Vagina l Masturbate l Pandemic l Speculum l Connection l Home l Flight Attendant l Nashville l Vulnerable l Apologize l Isolation l Russian Nesting Doll l Partnership   Episode links:   Bawdy Storytelling Live Shows: We're On Tour!   September 6th, 2024: CHICAGO, IL   Tickets at https://bit.ly/BawdyChicago2024   This Friday, Bawdy will on the Heath MainStage, at the beautiful Den Theater in Chicago! 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Tickets at https://bit.ly/BawdyPDXOct2024   November 1st: SEATTLE, WA Theme: ‘Le Petit Mort' (This show is already halfway sold out) It's happening at my dream venue, the gorgeous Century Ballroom Tickets at https://bit.ly/BawdySeattle2024     WORKSHOPS:   'How to Be Bawdy: Dixie's Secret System for Uncensored Storytelling - learn Dixie's complete 5-Step System & Learn the Craft of Sexy, beautifully told Stories from Award-winning Story Coach and Professional Storyteller Dixie De La Tour.   Have you ever listened to a story at a live performance or on a podcast, and wished that you could share your own personal stories in such a well-crafted, relatable way? It's easy, if you have a System...and Dixie De La Tour has one. She's taught thousands of new and experienced storytellers to tell their story at Bawdy Storytelling. And now YOU can learn her simple system, too. Join Dixie for her all new workshop: 'How to Be Bawdy: Dixie's Secret System for Uncensored Storytelling'. You'll engage in group & solo exercises in a sex-positive, community-based environment as you find & refine your own stories under Dixie's expert direction. Try out your own most intimate stories in a positive, supportive setting. 'How to Be Bawdy' includes special topics in sexuality, kink and gender-related storytelling, to help you articulate your stories clearly. 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Come learn my simple story system and spend the day learning how to tell your own stories Register at https://bit.ly/HTBBawdyPortlandOR   SEATTLE: November 3rd In Person: I'm offering a full day ‘How to Be Bawdy' storytelling Intensive on Sunday, November 3rd - In Seattle, In Person. Come learn my simple story system and spend the day learning how to tell your own stories Register at https://bit.ly/HTBBawdySeattle   Other Links:   The Dixie Ramble: My Substack 'The Dixie Ramble' is starting next week. Substack is a great way to receive audio, video and written work from me. You can subscribe to The Dixie Ramble at https://substack.com/profile/22550258-dixie-de-la-tour   Ongoing Support for the Podcast:   Folks, I'm still considering ending the Bawdy podcast at 300 episodes. That means there's just a couple of episode left. If you love Bawdy, I need to hear from you. This decision will affect both of us. 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Another week with the quad crew as Chase continues to adventure across the pond. We open up the episode talking about items on your Anti-Bucket List. Florida Man goes international involving Rome and a robbery. We bring back an older segment from Kevin with Are You Smarter Than This Kid?    Jose gives us a WWFU with plenty of chaos and proving Kevin wrong. One of the best segments is back as Rapid Fire is unpredictable as always. Kevin wraps it up with his weekly Dad Tip and a world premiere intro video! Enjoy your favorite weekly chaos! Cheers!    We're taking a week off next week!

Is it sinful to masturbate? What does the bible say about it? If it is sinful, how do you stop? In this episode we will cover all these topics and more. Join the community and support this channel? https://chadblackmanpodcast.locals.com/ One Time Gift Venmo: https://www.venmo.com/u/Chad-Blackman-1 PayPal: https://paypal.me/chadblackmanpodcast?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US 0:00 Introduction 01:36 It's Personal 04:30 What does the Bible Say? 08:13 Special Case 1 10:10 Special Case 2 13:20 Strategies and Tactics

Sathiya Sam delves into the biblical perspective on sexual immorality, defining it as the violation of God's laws regarding sexual relationships. He outlines three biblical principles for healthy sexual relationships - consensuality, exclusivity in covenant, and the opportunity to procreate - and argues that masturbation violates all three, making it incompatible with God's design for sexuality. He shares his personal experience of quitting both porn and masturbation, encouraging listeners to consider the positive impact of giving up masturbation on mental clarity and overall well-being. Book A Call With Sathiya's Team For more Free Resources, check this out Follow Sathiya on Instagram

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Wylde Erotic App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com Tess is a woman whose life has become a routine of endless work and mounting frustration. Over the years, Tess has diligently climbed the professional ladder, but her personal life remains unfulfilled. Each day blends into the next, leaving her yearning for something more—something electrifying that can break the monotony.The young gardener, a vision of youthful vitality and passion, the complete opposite of Tess's stagnant existence, is her one escape. His presence outside her apartment becomes the highlight of her day, offering a tantalizing escape from her otherwise dull reality. Tess finds herself mesmerized by his every move, his muscular frame, and the easy grace with which he tends to the garden.The way the sun catches the beads of sweat on his skin ignites something long dormant within her. Soon, Tess's thoughts are consumed by the gardener. She watches him intently from the privacy of her apartment, her imagination running wild with fantasies of what could be. In the sanctuary of her mind, she explores realms of intimacy she had almost forgotten existed.Tess's desire for the gardener grows, becoming a secret obsession that fills her with both longing and guilt. Her fantasies grow more vivid each day, weaving intricate scenarios of stolen glances and forbidden touch. Her solitude becomes a haven for these desires, where the boundaries of reality blur and her dreams feel almost tangible. Tess wonders what it would be like to feel his hands on her skin, to whisper her deepest desires into his ear.Then, fate intervenes. A freak accident plunges the apartment complex into darkness, casting an air of unpredictability over the night. In the midst of this chaos, a knock at the door jolts Tess from her reverie. Heart pounding, she opens the door to find the object of her fantasies standing before her, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moonlight. In that moment,Tess is faced with a choice—a chance to turn her fantasies into reality. The night is full of possibilities, and Tess realizes that desire doesn't fade with age. It's a reminder that passion can be reignited, and that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters can lead to the most profound awakenings. "Discovering Desire in the Unexpected" is an intoxicating tale of rediscovery, breaking free from the mundane, and savoring the unexpected pleasures that life can offer.Join Tess on her journey as she learns that it's never too late to indulge in fantasies and that age is just a number when it comes to passion and intimacy. This story is a celebration of mature desire, proving that the spark of longing and the thrill of new experiences remain alive, no matter the stage of life.

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Anne, a confident and alluring woman, is no stranger to the sting of being stood up at elegant restaurants. But tonight at Valentina's, an upscale spot known for its intimate ambiance and impeccable service, her story takes an unexpected turn.The Pain of DisappointmentAnne arrives at Valentina's dressed to impress, her red dress perfectly accentuating her curves, and her heart full of hope. Her date, however, is nowhere to be found. Minutes pass, then hours, as the candles on the table burn lower. The familiar pang of disappointment sets in, but Anne is determined not to let it ruin her evening. Little does she know, destiny has something far more thrilling in store.A Glance that Changes EverythingA charismatic young waiter with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. From the moment Anne steps into the restaurant, Michael notices her. He watches the clock as she waits, his curiosity growing with each passing minute.When he finally approaches her table to offer solace and a complimentary glass of wine, their eyes lock, and an undeniable spark ignites. Michael's genuine concern and playful charm begin to chip away at Anne's disappointment, replacing it with a simmering intrigue.An Unexpected PropositionAs the night progresses, their conversation flows effortlessly. Michael's attentive service and subtle flirtations awaken something deep within Anne—a desire she thought had long been extinguished by failed romances. The restaurant's warm lighting and soft music create the perfect backdrop for this budding attraction.When Valentina's begins to close for the night, Anne faces a choice. Should she leave with the bitter taste of rejection, or seize the opportunity for a new kind of adventure? Michael, sensing her hesitation, makes an unexpected proposition. He offers to show her a hidden corner of the city that few know about, a place he promises will reignite her passion for life.A Night to RememberAnne's decision leads her on a whirlwind escapade through shadowed streets and moonlit alleys, with Michael as her guide. Their chemistry is electric, and the boundaries between propriety and desire blur with every shared glance and touch.Under the stars, amidst whispered secrets and stolen kisses, Anne discovers a side of herself she had almost forgotten—a woman capable of deep desire and spontaneous passion. Michael's youthful exuberance and genuine affection fan the flames of her long-suppressed fantasies.The Promise of Tomorrow"A Night at Valentina's" is a tantalizing tale of unexpected romance and rediscovered passion. It's a story that reminds us that love often finds us when we least expect it, and that a single evening can change the course of our lives forever.Join Anne on this seductive journey of self-discovery and intense connection. Will she find the courage to open her heart once more, or will the ghosts of past disappointments hold her back? One thing is certain—this night at Valentina's will be one she'll never forget.Ready to be swept off your feet? Download "A Night at Valentina's" today and immerse yourself in a world where heartache and desire intertwine, leading to an unforgettable romantic adventure.

It's my favorite month of the year: Masturbation May! On today's throwback show, I'm honoring the month of self-love and giving you a brief history of the celebration, the health benefits of masturbation, and my favorite toys and lubes for bringing you pleasure this May and all year long. In this episode you'll learn:  What to do if you feel yourself relying too much on your vibrator Why masturbation can help you have orgasms during sex with your partner Signs that you're masturbating too much Show Notes: Mutual Masturbation Guide For their buy 1 get 1 50% off deal, head to 3DayBlinds.com/SWE  SEX WITH EMILY VESPER SHOP WITH EMILY! (free shipping on orders over $99) The only sex book you'll ever need: Smart Sex: How to Boost Your Sex IQ and Own Your Pleasure Want more? Sex With Emily: Home Let's get social: Instagram | X | Facebook | TikTok  Let's text: Sign Up Here Want me to slide into your inbox? Sign Up Here for sex tips on the regular. See the full show notes at sexwithemily.com.

Yamaneika Saunders joins Jared on this week's episode of The JTrain Podcast, to read your emails and answer questions about filtering out the bad people on dating apps, the difference between fucking & making love, getting a second chance at scoring a girls number and men making assumptions about a woman's sex life based on their body type.Sponsored by: Beis (Support the show and get 15% off your 1st purchase at https://www.beistravel.com/JTRAIN), Cometeer (Head to https://www.cometeer.com/JTRAIN to get your exclusive holiday starter pack and a free Fellow travel tumbler when you sign up for Cometeer), Express VPN (Support the show & get 3 extra months of ExpressVPN for free at https://www.expressvpn.com/JTRAIN), Manscaped (Support the show & get 20% off & free shipping at https://www.manscaped.com when you use the code JTRAIN), MeUndies (Snag 20% off your 1st MeUndies order plus free shipping at https://www.meundies.com/JTRAIN), & Nutrafol (Get $10 off your 1st month of Nutrafol at https://www.nutrafol.com and use promo code FEATHER)Call into the JTrain voicemail line now at 347-669-8252 to leave your questions and hypotheticals!instagram.com/jaredfreid // instagram.com/yamaneikaSubscribe to The JTrain Podcast on Apple Podcasts: itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-t…id672249013?mt=2

Ever felt like orgasming with a partner is like solving a Rubik's cube blindfolded? Well, you're not alone. Today, Producer Erica and I dive headfirst into this problem with a few tricks up our sleeves. Next on the agenda: how to tell your loving partner you want to be humiliated in the bedroom. I give you the tools to help your partner feel more comfortable with the idea. Then we discuss the ever growing debate: is masturbating with a cam girl considered cheating? Stick around to hear my two cents. And finally, we're talking about masturbating, even when you've got a willing partner on standby. We'll weigh the pros and cons, and why solo sex deserves just as much love as partnered sex.In this episode, you'll learn:About core erotic desiresThe benefits of masturbation (by yourself and with a partner)How to communicate your fantasies to a partnerSee the full show notes at sexwithemily.com.Show Notes:2023 Holiday Gift Guide: My Top Picks for the Hottest Holidays Ever2023 Shop With Emily Gift Guide6 Ways to Upgrade Your 69How to Find the G-SpotMagic Wand MicroSHOP WITH EMILY! (free shipping on orders over $69)The only sex book you'll ever need: Smart Sex: How to Boost Your Sex IQ and Own Your PleasureWant more? Sex With Emily: HomeLet's get social: Instagram | Twitter | Facebook | TikTok Let's text: Sign Up HereWant me to slide into your inbox? Sign Up Here for sex tips on the regular. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.